What Does Ethan Winters Look Like Novels & Stories

she exclaimed. Ethan chuckled lightly, "Taking a shower." He leisurely took off his clothes and looked at Isabella, who had her back turned. "It's not like you haven't seen it before." After an awkward pause of two seconds, she calmly turned around, her gaze fixed on Ethan's alluring physique. She finally noticed the small tattoo on his arm, which was still slightly red and covered with a layer of plastic wrap. Seeing the letters on it, she froze for a moment.

" I uttered one desperate sentence as I couldn’t think of anyone else at that moment but him.... Darkness seemed to cast a spell on me gradually as I was fainting, looking at those eerie green eyes of the beast reflecting the mystical moonlight ... *** "Are you alright? Talk to me!" I slowly opened my eyes as I heard a muffled voice on my ears. Someone was desperately calling out my name and was shaking my body. Someone who seemed so close to me, someone so near... "Ethan!" I opened my eyes and saw him leaning forward to my face. It was still at night, the moon shining bright in the sky and Ethan was near me, in the middle of the woods, looking at me with concern and pain...

Anna POV Ethan was truly incredibly beautiful. He had a tiny scruff on his jawline and excellent teeth. His vivid green eyes were blinding. He was wearing dark-framed spectacles, and they looked wonderful on him. His hair was groomed in the front, and he looked more suited up than I was used to seeing him. I had never seen him with glasses or seen him in a formal shirt and jeans. He looked...well, hot. He kind of reminded me of Clark Kent. I could look at him all day.

His grin was wild, manic. “Ethan Blackwood,” he drawled. “I was starting to think you didn’t care enough to show.” ​Ethan stepped through the haze of smoke and chaos like a storm given form, broad-shouldered, eyes burning with fury, every line of his body thrumming with the kind of primal rage that could end worlds. His wolves fanned out behind him, but none dared move until their Alpha did.

I adjusted the silk cover-up on my shoulders, heart hammering harder than the music. I could choose not to come here. To stay away from them, that's what my mind wants but my body says otherwise. I want more….more than they’ve given me but I am never going to admit it. Never. My eyes searched for them along the wide pool and finally caught sight of Ethan first. He wore a black swimsuit with a white drawstring. Ethan was the kind of guy who grew up on the basketball court and it was evident in his appearance. Broad shoulders, lean waist, the kind of abs I would love to run my hands on while taking a nap.

Instead, the breath was completely knocked out of my lungs. Ethan was sitting fully upright on the sickbed, looking like the ancient wolf God Lycaon himself in all his terrifying, majestic glory. There was absolutely no trace of that sickly, green-black poisoned colored skin anywhere on his body. His complexion was perfectly clear, his gold-flecked amber eyes flashing with a white-hot, alive fury as his sharp gaze locked straight onto mine. He didn't look like someone who had just had a close shave with death, he looked like an immortal king who had just conquered it." "Ethan!" I shrieked in a pure wave of raw relief.

His skin was dark, his back broad with well"defined muscles, a perfect inverted triangle! She bit her lips again, sighing! Ethan was so handsome, sexy! When he was out of sight, she turned and saw a large mural on the wall, filled with pictures of Ethan. As he got closer, he realized they were travel photos. She was surprised to see how many places around the world he had already visited. In some, he was hanging from what seemed to be a mountain, all dressed up, tied to ropes, wearing a helmet. The height was terrifying! In the next ones, he appeared a few moments before jumping on a hang glider, then he was in a small kayak, facing rapids. Well, Ethan was a brave sportsman! He had a wide sm

a deep voice commands from the other side. With a deep breath, I push open the door and step into the spacious office. Ethan is seated behind his polished glass desk, his dark hair perfectly tousled and his eyes focused on a set of blueprints. He glances up as I enter, and for a moment, I'm caught in the intensity of his gaze. It's like he's studying me, peeling back the layers to see who I really am.

If you look at her, she's perfect. I peer closer to the door to see the people inside. This is Ethan we’re talking about. I lean in and see Ethan in workout clothes as if he was just about to start practicing. He has his hands— or his fists, rather—in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, causing the stretchable fabric to highlight his glorious thighs. He's leaning against a table behind him. He looks completely chill despite his girlfriend screaming at him. Magnificent, that's what he looks like. Someone akin to the beauty of a Greek God. The overall laid-back look is enough for me to lift a hand up to my chin to check if I had any drool dripping down. Focus, Keira! I tell myself. Dirt like t

A message from Ethan: I’m outside, babe. Take your time, I’ll wait. A small smile spread across her face, her pulse quickening. She texted back a playful reply: Almost ready, babe. Don’t fall asleep in the car waiting for me! By the time she grabbed her clutch and made her way to the door, Ethan was already leaning casually against his car, his usual confident smile in place, but his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up just slightly, paired with dark trousers that complemented his tall, athletic frame. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him that effortless charm she adored.