What Does Ethan Winters Look Like Novels & Stories

I padded closer to the bed. Ethan lay there, pale and still, covered up to his neck. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and the mask fogged gently every time he exhaled. He looked so unlike the Ethan I knew. This Ethan did not have that smugness in his eyes or that careless smirk. He just looked human and tired.

Father and I were seated, waiting for Ethan's arrival and finally, a door at the last end of the room was pushed open, revealing a pair of perfectly long legs that made their way into the hall one after the other. I slowly raised my head and his body was the most…. attractive one I had ever seen. Maybe because I spent most of my time seeing wolves that were only as old as my father…but still Ethan still looked like he spent his whole life eating healthy. He had muscles in the right places that were just the perfect size. I finally raised my head to look at his face and just like I heard, his handsomeness was more than words could define. He had dark long hair that was packed into a ponytail

he stepped away from my chubby hands trying to reach for his phone. I pouted and resigned myself. The pictures were really sexy. I really don't take pictures but I think I should try , I look good in them. We talked for a while with drinks in hand. I was having a blast . Till my eyes met a certain someone. "What is he doing here?" I stared at Ethan in shock. In awe at how hot he looked and in slight pain at his close proximity with a beautiful red haired beauty. He was dressed in black pants and matching knee length jacket. He wore gloves; his smoking thick gelled hair stood out . His eyes were like the storm , the grey blazed in the night making me shiver.

When I woke up, Ethan was still shirtless, half his body tucked under a blanket. Honestly, I can't deny that Ethan is incredibly handsome. His muscles are perfectly defined, his facial features are strong, and he has an ideal face shape. His skin tone is just right—not too pale and not too dark—like a true masterpiece. I didn't even notice my hands wrapped around his waist, but I could catch a whiff of his subtle pheromone scent. I kept holding on, ignoring that it was morning and time to get up. That perfect moment was only broken by the persistent knocking on the door.

An all-too-familiar voice says that sends shivers down my spine. Fuck. "Hello?" He said once again, breaking me from my trance. I opened my eyes to look at a very casually and fully dressed Ethan. He was in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a cap worn backward. He didn't have his football jacket on anymore as he sat on his bed, a joint in his hand, and a strong smell of cannabis roaming around the room. Across from him was a girl that I've never seen before, but I had to admit that she was beautiful. She had dark blonde hair that was the same length as her shoulder. Even though the room was dark, I could still see her dazzling emerald green eyes from across the room.

Knight couldn’t stop thinking about beautiful Ethan would look with longer hair. Then he thought about Ethan’s voice. How it was light and melodic and almost feminine it was. He stared at Ethan’s back at Ethan turned around and messed with his bag on his bed. Ethan’s shoulders weren’t very broad either. His waist was quite small and his figure was hour-glassed under his shirt. Knight blinked at Ethan’s back. He felt like he was going crazy. He took a step towards Ethan, rustling the carpet of their room.

The sheet had slipped down to his waist, leaving his upper body completely bare. He looked so incredible. The kind that actually made girls not just drawl about but also go crazy about in just seconds. He had broad shoulders, a well toned chest, the faint lines of muscle on his stomach rising and falling with each slow breath. His dark hair was messy against the pillow, and his face was definitely on another level; strong jaw, well chiseled jawline, full lips, he looked so calm and relaxed in sleep. I had known Ethan for years through Sarah, but I had never ever seen him like this. Never even allowed myself to actually take my time to look at him. Till now.

It was Ethan’s dream, made manifest by the combined forces of AVA’s design team and Cross Empire’s logistics department. Aurora stood on the deck, watching the caterers set up. She wore a white sundress, simple and elegant, her hair loose. No armor today. "Maman!" Ethan burst onto the deck. He was wearing his miniature "wolf" suit—the charcoal jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans. He looked like a tiny, devastatingly handsome CEO on his day off. "Is it time?" he asked, bouncing on his toes. "Are they coming?" "Soon, baby," Aurora said, smoothing his hair. "The cars will be here any minute."

My back tenses at the sound of those words. That didn't sound like a question. It sounded sure, unsurprised. " Yeah." My footsteps falter on the top of the stairs when I see Ethan, walk into view, with company. I finally get a view of Ethan's guests. I take note of how tall they are, even surpassing Ethan by inches. All these guys before me are handsome in their own way. Ethan has natural wavy brown hair, which has grown longer. One of the guys has dark hair, a defined jaw and strong face structure with light brown sharp eyes. His whole demeanor screams a person who is sure of himself, edgy and overall intense.

This can't be the same person. Ethan—handsomely dressed in a black three piece Suit—stood a small distance from her, one hand in his pocket and the other gesturing to the Site Supervisor. He looked stern, almost displeased—like someone ripped a perfect, fictional man straight off a page. Wynn shook her head. No way. This can't be the same dude who chased her around all weekend, asking to be saved as 'Cute Neighbourhood Hero' on her phone.