Novel & Cerita Ethan Winters X Heisenberg

"You Chronomos lapdogs won't get a single byte of data from me. I'll blow this place to hell first." Ethan slowly raised both hands in the air, keeping his breathing steady and his voice calm. "Dr. Vance, I’m not with Chronomos. Look at the watch. My name is Ethan. I am Alexander’s grandson." At the mention of 'The Watchmaker,' Klaus’s expression shifted instantly. The raw panic in his eyes turned into profound shock. He slowly lowered the pistol, staring at the intricate casing on Ethan's wrist. "Alexander? But he... they told me he was..."

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.

“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

She laughed as she sat down in the desk opposite me causing her skirt to ride up slightly, exposing her upper thigh I looked up to meet her eyes that had turned to a lustful color of gray "I guess but it's my job." "I guess," she shrugged before smirking "So are you gay Ms. Winters?" I probably looked shocked after that one but I tried my best to keep my composure "That's not a very appropriate question Miss Collins." She rolled her eyes and stood "Is that why you were looking up my skirt when I sat down?" I sat there speechless as she chuckled and once again disappeared from the room as she had yesterday, what the fuck is happening?

Had picking on food for hours made me appear unserious? “I have told you countless times to call me Jarvis.” “...and I have told you countless times to stop hanging around this lowlife girl.” We both turned suddenly at the harsh voice, there he was, dressed in an almost ragged cloth, with a creased brow. Jethro seemed obviously hellbent on frustrating me, his brunette haired girlfriend stood by his side dressed in a skimpy outfit strangely different from the one she had on when she walked in. “Her name is Elsa…brother.”

he paused, as his eyes fell right on my exposed neck filled with hickeys, and for a short second, he seemed frozen. I stared right at him, showing no hint of care. His eyes lifted back to mine, and for a split second, it seemed the familiar blunt indifference was gone. Something colder had shut down behind them, but instantly his eyes went back to the cold void of indifference. “Ethan,” he said, his tone suddenly cold and those eyes of his now devoid of any warmth as they stared at me.

She looked back at us once, her eyes burning with hate. Then she disappeared into the snow. --- Jax's POV I watched her go. The snow was falling harder now. The wind was picking up. She would survive. She was too stubborn to die. But she wouldn't be back. Not for a long time, at least. I turned to Kai. He was standing in the snow, shaking. "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded. "I am now." I walked to him and pulled him into my arms. "We're free," I said. "We're finally free."

With it came the unmistakable, dominant scent of dark cedar and winter frost. She did not flinch, nor did her heart rate spike. She simply let her analytical mind catalog the physical reaction of her own inner wolf, which stirred restlessly beneath her ribs, pulling toward the presence like a needle navigating a magnetic north. King Ethan was standing directly behind her. "You are lecturing my chief medical officers on atmospheric thermodynamics before we have even cleared the regional border," Ethan’s deep baritone rumbled, the sound vibrating low and heavy in the space between them. There was a dangerous, dark trace of amusement dancing within his tone.

Ethan whispered, his low, raspy baritone thick with an intense, breathless adoration. I raised my face, resting my hands flat against the dark flannel covering his chest, feeling the steady, powerful thud of his heart. "I’m not looking to claim a kingdom, Ethan. I’m protecting what we built right here." "I know," Ethan murmured softly, leaning down until his forehead rested against mine. His warm breath brushed over my lips, smelling faintly of dark roasted coffee and sweet pine. "And that's why nobody is going to tear it down. Not Vanguard, not Havenport, and not whatever shadow is sending frantic paperwork across the state line."

They smelled like home. Then she knocked on the bathroom door. "Your turn, Chairman." Ethan went in. When he came out five minutes later, he was in black sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair wet, his chest slightly visible through the wet t-shirt. He had shaved. He looked... nervous. The Ice King of London was nervous in his own penthouse. Elise was sitting on the king-size bed, her legs tucked under her, her hair still damp, looking small in her strawberry pajamas.