Ethan Winters X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

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?

One of his legs was also resting on mine. Because he was so wrapped around me, it was hard for me to move. I gently caressed his face. I also played with his eyelashes. That said, the Lord is really deceitful. As far as I know there is no such thing as beautiful or handsome sleep. But Ethan is still very happy even when he is asleep. He looks like an angel resting because he has completed a mission. Days passed, we had to shoot for the Christmas special of Dionysus. At seven in the morning we arrived at a company building. Here is their Christmas special.

She was psyched to work with a legend like him. "Hi, Mr. Pethorn. I'm Winter." Fresh out of makeup, Winter stepped out and caught Pethorn tweaking his camera in the hallway. Pethorn glanced up, caught sight of Winter, and nodded politely. It was his version of a warm welcome, and he did not make small talk.

He turned slightly to leave, but turned back again and faced me, I have always known he loves to have the last word. “Doctor Harris, you seem to forget you are in my house.” He responded. “Oh really! I almost forgot you are a part of this household.” To talk about being petty! I am perfect at it, my qualifications and age didn't rid me of it, especially in the face of the wrong-doing of assholes like Jethro. The head maid cleared her throat, the tension hung still in the air, I saw Elsa's countenance, she wore disdain on her face towards Jethro and Jarvis…her expression was simply unreadable.

Seeing me come out, he immediately draped a coat over my shoulders, pulling me close. "I'm so sorry," he whispered against my hair. As I was about to get in the car, something stirred within me—an awareness that this chapter wasn't quite closed. I turned around and saw Ethan and Hunter standing a few paces behind me, looking lost in the falling snow. Ethan's hair had turned almost completely white, his features weathered by time and grief. Hunter stood beside him, offering silent support, though he looked barely able to stand himself. Snowflakes fell abundantly, landing on their hair and shoulders, neither man making any effort to brush them away.

They were all eager to know whether Z had actually shown up at the event. No one had heard anything beforehand, but Wilson’s question instantly piqued their interest. Ethan had intended to say she was here, but then remembered Autumn had asked him to keep her identity a secret, so he swallowed the words. He thought of saying she wasn’t here, but just as he was about to speak, his eyes met Edwin’s. So instead, he chose not to answer at all. He simply greeted him, "Good evening, Professor." A wave of surprise rippled through the crowd, so Ethan was one of Edwin’s students?

Silver sneezed, her hand over her nose, “Come on Ethan, why exactly did you drag me out here, it's snowing like crazy and so cold.” “It's the day our results are coming out, of course we are going to see it, now stop complaining and walk faster,” I said, as I pulled her with me. “Ahhh… this is torture you know, ah…ahh—” I held up her nose before she could sneeze out again,“ That's enough sneezing from you, it's not even that cold,” I said, my gaze on her as I watched her breath out smoke. “Are you kidding me! It's freezing you jerk, and most people are driving, so why aren't we?” she whined.

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.

"She's pursuing me. Genius artist from the New Zealand Academy of Art. Completely smitten with my charms." I stared at him incredulously. "You're blowing your own horn. Again." "Jealous?" Ethan smirked, straightening his collar where I'd crumpled it. "As if," I scoffed. "She's probably just messing with you." "You wish," Ethan retorted. "Not everyone can be as irresistible as me." Before I could respond with an appropriately cutting remark, the door opened again. Emma Winters walked in, followed shortly by Henry Stewart. Their timing suggested they'd both come from the same event but arrived separately to avoid gossip.