Ethan Winters X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

"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.

I gulped down the fruity beverage with one sip and almost choked at the end. Mr Arrogant patted my backside until I felt good enough and then he came to my view, still smiling like he won a war. He came close and whispered in my ear "You know, you look absolutely hot when you are angry and well I am "Ethan Maxwell" not "Mr Arrogant." Saying this with an amusing expression, he kissed my cheek like no one was watching and dropped my hand from his gentle grasp. Ethan walked to the spot where Elle, Mrs Maxwell, Victoria were chatting.

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

It was Adam, "Ethan, Beta Hanson is awake. You need to come quickly." At Adam's words, Ethan still unsatisfied erection disappeared. He thew his shirt back on and followed Adam into another room where Beta Hanson rested. He looked terrible but better than he had earlier. He sat up slightly when he saw Ethan. "Ethan, your father, it's a trap.", he said weakly. "I'm too late. I'm sorry, there's hundreds of them Ethan. They're not interested in peace. They're going to torture and kill him on the order of Alpha Conway."

“Mr. Harrison, any comments about the United States victory last season?” Ethan’s eyes never left mine, and he smirked. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he replied calmly. “Canada tends to crush every bad thing on its path.” A few guests laughed, thinking he was joking. But I knew he wasn't, he was dead serious. His fingers were curled tight at his sides, and he stood still. Geneva followed my gaze. “Why do you two look like you’re about to kill each other? Just ignore him.” “It’s hockey, Geneva, I can't ignore anyone,” I said lightly. But it wasn’t. If I wanted to, I could ignore Ethan, but where was the fun in that?

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.

"And I know you have a reason for all of this." I was feeling a jolt of sudden pleasure and happiness in my heart when she confessed her love to me. I never thought that I could be loved ever in my life. Me, Ethan, a mere half-human, half-wolf finally found the one who loved him back! Yes,I also fell in love at first sight with her the moment I saw her lying vulnerably on my attic... "You don't know me..." I said after a while, staring glances at her.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

"He’s a high-ranking enforcer from the Southern Tundra. I’ve been tracking his career. He’s impressive, isn't he? Young, fierce, and unburdened by the baggage of the old guard. I find myself drawn to that youthful fire lately." Ethan’s jaw tightened until I heard the bone pop. "Is that a jab at my winters, Collins?" "If the pelt fits, Ethan. You asked what I was thinking. I’m thinking I’ve grown tired of stagnant air; I prefer the scent of the new season." "I had things to discuss with you, but clearly, the Southern Tundra has your full devotion," Ethan spat, his voice dropping to a sub-zero temperature. "Just eat." The meal was a silent battlefield of clashing auras. While Ethan settled the