Ethan Winters X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

"The whole school is going to drop dead when they see us walk into the dance together. Man, we're going to look dashing together." I looked at him with my eyebrows raised and a grin on my face that I couldn't help. "Dashing, huh?" Dallas nodded, "Mhm. We're definitely going to win the snow queen and king." "That label doesn't mean anything," I told him, my voice light and carefree. This was the first time we were having a decent and civil conversation. Is it sad it's happening while he's drunk? I was a little disappointed he wouldn't remember it because that meant going back to him annoying me and me making snarky comebacks. I was also glad he wouldn't remember it because this conversation d

I sat on one of the coach facing the stairs and crossed my legs leaning back with the papers far ahead on the center table. Some few minutes later Ethan emerged from the stairs , he walked slowly and gracefully , it tugged at my heart. He looked so pale and tired. He was wearing black sweatpants and white turtle neck sweater. He's lips was blue but still kissable. He was sick. He looked so tired, I felt bad for dragging my ass here to disturb him. It made me more concerned. I tried not to show, He's going to land me a nasty comment anyway. "Afternoon Mr Ethan," I stood up to great him . he nodded.

I was truly helpless against Victoria Frost. I heard Ethan end his call and step back into the bedroom. Just as his footsteps approached the bed, his phone rang again. "Maxwell," he answered. "What is it?" "Alpha King, it's all arranged," Maxwell Chen's voice came through clearly. "Luna Winters will be very touched when she sees it." "Good," Ethan replied, his tone softening slightly. I kept my back to him, pretending to be asleep. Through barely-open eyes, I saw him glance at me before turning away.

· “I told you I don’t want to talk about him.” · She raised both hands in surrender. “Fine. But something else is going on.” · “There’s nothing.” · “Liar,” she whispered. · The word froze the room. · Before I could respond, Ethan moved beside me. “Watch your mouth.” · · She smirked. “Touched a nerve?” · “You’re provoking him,” Ethan said. “Why?” · “Because he’s hiding something.” · “Seraphina,” I warned, “drop it.”

I bent forward in a deep bow. "Hello, everyone. I'm Jas's fiancé, Carson." Rhett burst out laughing and bragged to the room. "See that? All that talk about the great Lewis family and Mr. Lewis. In front of my daughter, he's still completely obedient." I lifted my head and gave Rhett a sincere smile. "Mr. Baker, you're absolutely right."

My husband, Ethan Caldwell, has three mistresses who have no idea the others even exist. That is because I always make sure to plan his schedule. "On the 15th, you're going skiing with Lydia Bennett. On the 18th, you're taking Vivian Sinclair house hunting. On the 25th, you're flying to Derbin Isle with Jennifer Harrington to see the Northern Lights. I've already booked the tickets." After checking the three conversations he has pinned to the top of his phone, I recited his schedule to him as calmly as if I were discussing an ordinary business meeting. Without even looking up, Ethan says, "Add one more thing on the 20th. It's Vivi's dog's third birthday." I freeze for a moment but ev

Ethan Shaw is dead. His face has been destroyed and his limbs severed. When his body reaches the morgue, the person who performs the autopsy is his own wife, Dr. Vivian Sullivan. She is a cool, rational professor of forensic pathology, and she is the woman Ethan loved for more than a decade. Six years ago he lost his voice saving her life, and she married him because of it. In all the years that followed, she remembered every one of his follow-up appointments yet never once remembered his birthday. She tended his injuries, but gave every ounce of warmth and favor she had to his younger brother. Right up until the moment he died, Ethan was calling her, over and over. And she hung up on h

Could it be that Ethan Frost is Bisexual or is he into women, this question is raging in the minds of Many. *”What is Ethan Frost's real sexuality?” I stared at the headlines, my stomach twisting into knots. Clicking on one of the articles, I felt my blood turn cold. There were pictures of Ethan and me at the Victorian lounge–photos of us sitting close, gazing at each other like lovers, and worst of all, a picture of him leaning in as if he was kissing me, my face was blurred, but the rest of the images were painfully clear. When was this pictures taken? When did this happened?, This pictures are obviously fake.

"Sensible. You should keep those legs off the ice." I dipped a piece of crawfish into the spicy vinaigrette and held it out to him. He froze for a heartbeat, his eyes searching mine, before parting his lips. As he ate, a visible warmth seemed to soften his features. The harmony of the moment acted as a temporary veil over the jagged edges of our earlier fight. "Are you taking the stage?" Ethan asked. "Of course. It’s the final Winter Solstice of my academic life." "I see. I believe I’d like to be in the audience," Ethan said casually.

Erik rambled on, “if that park might have had access to copies of what was once in that file, or— Jason?” The whisky in my glass swayed. Amber turned to gold and back again. I didn’t reply. Elizabeth’s hand slid across the wood of the bar as if she recognised it by touch. Ethan said something that made her smile; Cassy leaned on the counter with her elbows — the kind of trio you only see in wolves who know each other’s rhythm. Erik’s voice was louder now, more insistent. “Jason.” Helios bared his teeth in irritation. I rolled my eyes at him before trying to focus on Erik’s words. But I couldn’t look away from her. Hunter followed my gaze, just for a moment. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t