Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Cilian nods towards Eliana's direction and my head snaps to check what he's talking about and my jaw twitches. Ethan Williams has his hand wrapped around her shoulders possessively. The same hand that he uses to hold with the hockey stick as he hits the puck to the Hawker's goalie. Ethan turns to look at me, his hand around Eliana tightening a little more and the corner of his lips curls up into a smirk that I so badly want to smack it away with my hockey stick. Him as my brother-in-law? No fucking way! I clench my hands into tight fists, my knuckles burning. He's rubbing on my face that he's with my stepsister and there's nothing I can do about it. Cilian notices the tension between us and

" I uttered one desperate sentence as I couldn’t think of anyone else at that moment but him.... Darkness seemed to cast a spell on me gradually as I was fainting, looking at those eerie green eyes of the beast reflecting the mystical moonlight ... *** "Are you alright? Talk to me!" I slowly opened my eyes as I heard a muffled voice on my ears. Someone was desperately calling out my name and was shaking my body. Someone who seemed so close to me, someone so near... "Ethan!" I opened my eyes and saw him leaning forward to my face. It was still at night, the moon shining bright in the sky and Ethan was near me, in the middle of the woods, looking at me with concern and pain...

We will have to do one last hurrah clubbing night before Alexia leaves to go to the Slick Paw pack and we leave to go to Freedom Ridge. After Ares left the party with Ari, and Fen’s unexpected stop by to chat, as wasted as he was, left Alec, Lane, Alexia, Fen, and I to finish our discussions and go celebrate. Obviously, Fen was already in celebration mode - for what reason, I will never know - but he was drunk already nonetheless. I wasn’t sure what I thought about Lane just yet. I’m glad Alec was with me because if he hadn’t been, Fen probably would have tried to make another pass at me being unmated again this season. Ugh! He can be a real creeper if you see through all the bullshit he tel

I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and told security to throw him out, but while they weren’t paying attention, he rushed inside. Holding the roses, he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Calista, please give me one more chance. I can’t live without you." At that moment, one of the employees suddenly saw a news alert and shouted, "The Kade Group’s stock is crashing, and they’re facing massive debt! "President Virel, don’t let him fool you. He’s desperate now. He just wants to drain you dry. A scumbag like that is best avoided for life. He’s absolutely disgusting."

“Guests. Ms. Sasha Moreau and Mr. Dante Vale. They insist.” Ethan kisses my forehead. “We tell them.” Sasha barrels in first, i spot her red curls, leather pants, hwr eyes are wild. “You burned the house?” She sees my face, stops. “What else?” Dante follows, he's tall, dark and his Italian suit rumpled. He claps Ethan’s back. “Fratello. You look like hell.” Ethan smirks. “Feel like heaven.” Sasha sniffs the air. “Smells like arson and secrets.”

He eventually let his hand fall. "I've caught you." The wind swept away the tent. In that eternal winter, the tyrant's nightmare finally ended.

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

I patted her back and said, "Please don't leave me, Violet.." "I will never leave you.."She cried. The people around us began to clap and cheer as me and Violet stood up. I wiped her tears. We both smiled as she hugged me again. I wrap my arms around her waist as I pull her into a kiss. She smiled as we pulled away. "You are My Eternal Love, My Eternal Obsession Violet Raymond Smith." "And You are mine Raymond Smith." We both chuckled. Then the song began to play, I offered Violet my hands, "Would you like to have a dance, my lady?"I asked in a decent way.

He gracefully bowed down before softly placing his left hand on my waist and his right hand on mine. Both of us spun gracefully in the music, twirling to each melody as both of our feet swayed in harmony. His strong arms were able to support me and thus, the result of such beautiful movements that made others look at us. On the last note, he spun me before letting my hand go and took one last bow. “I am glad we get to share such a beautiful dance. I am Franklin Quinn, heir to the Quinn house.” He smiled but was cut by his twin brother’s presence.

I said quietly. “Postpone?” Mom looked horrified. “Honey, all those people are already at the venue. The flowers, the catering, the musicians…everything’s ready.” “But I don’t have a proper dress—” Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, interrupting my protest. Everyone turned toward the door as a familiar figure filled the doorway. Ethan stood there in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking like he stepped off the cover of a magazine. His dark eyes took in the scene…the destroyed dress, Emma’s tear-streaked face, Mom hovering protectively, the general chaos of my bedroom.