Ethan Winters X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

a familiar voice said from behind him. Jax turned immediately. Ethan was standing there, smirking, one hand casually brushing against Jax’s waist. Jax’s body reacted instantly, heat rushing through him before he could stop it. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one had seen. “Why would you do that?” Jax hissed angrily, stepping back. “And what are you doing at my rink?” “Chill,” Ethan said, stepping closer again, his fingers grazing the front of Jax’s pants, making his cock twitch. “I still have that effect on you.”

“Leah, it’s Ethan. Lock your doors and stay away from the windows. You’re about to have visitors you didn’t invite.” Leah’s voice was sharp with confusion. “What are you talking about? I just got a knock on the—” A muffled, distant voice interrupted her through the call: “Miss Winters? We need you to come with us, ma’am. It’s about your employer.” Ethan’s blood ran cold. “Leah, do not open that door!” The elevator ride down from his penthouse felt like an eternity. Ethan’s Aston Martin roared to life the moment he slid into the driver’s seat, tearing through the city streets toward Westpoint Towers.

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

He didn't look at the baby. The blue light in his temple turned a solid, blinding white. "Initialization confirmed," Ethan said, his voice a flat, velvet baritone. He turned toward me, the iron fire poker in his hand, and for the first time in my life, I didn't see my husband. I saw the wolf.

Have you seen that Silas is here” Theo says ” No not yet and let's keep it that way.” I am in no mood to talk to him tonight When people found out I am Bella Winter from the Winter. co everyone wanted to talk to me. I knew it would come to this but Danny is right. Better get this socialization over with and then everyone will know who I am. Preoccupied talking to some men from a company I hardly know of who want a meeting with me a man and a woman Walk over to me, and those two I am quite familiar with!

Ethan asked, hiding a yawn. “Yes, but I thought to prepare beforehand so I don’t need any last minute lessons.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. “Damn! You’re going to ruin my career,” he smirked down at me, his hands moving up and down my stomach. “What are they?” “Jason Thomas and…Mia Weller.” I said a bit hesitantly. "And Rick Sanders." “Sanders? Really?” He scowled. “Hey, there are a lot of people with that name. This is not because of Nick.” I defended.

Ethan took a lot of security team to protect her because that was part of their deal. After an hour, they reached the airport. Ethan adjusted his expensive suit and walked in with his security. They helped clear the way for Ethan. He stood for another ten minutes before Hazel finally walked through with her assistant. Her fans were screaming but she neglected them. Ethan rolled his eyes. "She's just like Chloe" Ethan whispered to Wilson. "I know right" Wilson replied. She took off her sunglasses and walked to Ethan. "You must be Ethan Croydon. It's so nice to meet you" she stretched her hand.

One evening in deep winter they sat before a low fire. Snow falling outside. Soft. Silent. Veronica rested her head on Ethan’s shoulder. “Do you think it will ever come back?” He thought. “No.” “Why?” “Because it has nothing left to show us.” She smiled small. “Then we are finished being haunted.” “We were never haunted.” He kissed her forehead. “We were remembered.” They stayed like that. Fire dying slowly. Snow falling. House breathing gentle. They lived on. Not waiting. Not afraid. Simply present.

He felt the wolf inside him, pacing, waiting for the first scent of prey. "Caleb," Ethan said. "Yeah?" "When we get to the penthouse... I want you to burn the furniture. All of it." "Why?" "I want to smell the cedar," Ethan said. "And I want the city to see the smoke." He looked out the window. A billboard for "Walker-Morgan Holdings" flashed by. It was his face. The old face. The human face. He didn't recognize the man in the picture. He reached out and took Caleb’s hand. Caleb’s grip was steady. Loyal. Lethal.

All night, Ethan sat there, staring blankly at the Bond-Breaking Agreement. We'd been mates for eight years and hardly ever fought. I'd always been gentle and obedient, putting his wishes above everything else. I also poured all my heart and soul into raising our pups. It had never occurred to him that someone as soft and compliant as me would just leave behind a Bond-Breaking Agreement and leave. Ethan sat on the couch, desperately trying to figure out where things had gone wrong. But for some reason, ever since learning that I'd left, his mind felt muddled. He couldn't think of anything at all.