Ethan Reyes Killer Novels & Stories

She said with a smile. "Where's Ethan?" She asked and Chelsea sighed. "He actually went to the police station. He reported his Dad!" She said and Melanie smiled. "That's what I wanted to do. Let's get going. I want to see that useless man go to jail. He will pay for staging my parents death..." ** Ethan placed his head on the sterling as he cried. His life was all messed up. His Dad was a killer and his mum a prostitute. His phone rang and he picked up the call immediately without even checking the caller.

"In a country like America that preaches justice and fairness. Do we believe Mr. Greyson deserves to win business man of the year or is he supposed to be put behind bars for all his crimes against humanity? A man who tried to kill me two months ago but failed." Greyson's face was the funniest to look at. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost and in retrospect, he had. The entire world thought Ethan was dead. We even did a funeral and everything to keep Greyson from coming after him. Ethan had been in CLMS forca Total it two weeks and when he'd woken up, he had told the doctors to announce his death and we had spent the free time we had plotting. On the day, he'd been shot, he'd kept one flas

"The woman who was supposed to help us find who hurt you. She is gone. And I think it is because of me. Because I pushed her to investigate. Because I made that stupid deal with her." Cora did not answer. Just kept breathing with mechanical regularity. Ethan appeared in the doorway. "We need to talk. Conference room. Now." Ryan followed his brothers to the small conference room the hospital had given them access to. Ethan closed the door and turned to face them both. "Whoever did this is serious," Ethan said. "They murdered a dozen people just to eliminate one witness. That level of violence, that disregard for human life, it tells us we are dealing with someone extremely dangerous."

"You should be able to guess the rest of the plot. That woman hooked up with Joyce, who forced my mother to death for her." Hearing Ethan finish his words without emotion, Beau and Owen did not speak for a while. Ethan clenched his fists and said to Beau, "Andrew is the son of the b*tch with Joyce. After my mother was killed by them, Andrew was taken back to the Beck family." "What about you?" Ethan's eyes flashed. "Me? In order to avenge my mother, I stabbed that woman to death with my own hands." At that time, Ethan was only ten years old. Because he was underaged and killed by mistake, he was not severely punished. He was released after spending half a year in the detention center.

Ethan's voice was stern and firm and from his eyes, I could tell there was nothing funny about him and nothing I do or say will ever make him change his mind. Scared for my life as soon as Ethan turns back, a plan crept in and as he did turn, my hand reached for the flower vase sitting somewhere around and smashed it on his head. He collapsed to the ground unconscious, although without any trace of blood on him. The shards scattered all over and my eyes cleared. What the hell have I done? My heart pounded as thoughts began to run in circles in my head. I have killed not one but two people. I am a murderer!

I am going to ready your discharge papers" Ethan said to her. "Okay," Eden said and smiled at her. Ethan nodded and came out from the room. And on the other side Jackson entered his room and called the leader of the killers whom he paid a lot.. When the leader picked up the call, he started shouting in anger. "You bastard, your both men were useless, they both were failed to kill a simple man and you called them, the top professional killer of this country. Your both men were good for nothing. Because of them, my plan got failed and that foolish police are now roaming around the city" Jackson shouted over the phone

Ethan roared, raising his voice for the first time. I flinched back, reevaluating the consequences of my temper. "Ethan, I wouldn't do anything to hurt anybody, not on purpose." He looked at me and I saw how obviously I had hurt him. "You like him?" he asked with a desperate hope in his eye for me to say no. I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I do." He sucked in some air. "He's a killer. He's evil," Ethan broached this topic more calmly, clearly hoping to appeal to my sense of reason. "Haven't you ever thought about how many people he's killed?"

"Then, where is he?" The Mayor sighed and said pretentiously, "Unfortunately, Commander Arroyo was assassinated last night. The guard rushed over, but he was dead. The assassin also escaped." After that, the Mayor lowered his head and faked a sad look. 'What?' Darryl was shocked and thought he had heard wrongly. 'Ethan is dead? How is that possible?' At the same time, King Astro and Yankee were shocked and found it hard to believe. Ethan was outstanding and did not have issues being in the community alone. There were only a few who were capable of killing him.

Ethan squeezed my hand in his while I continued. "It was a hit-and-run case. Because of the bad weather and lack of evidence, the culprit is still hiding under the pretence of anonymity. My family couldn't survive the crash and the car went straight down the bridge under the water. I... I still remember their ..." I was nearly sobbing when Ethan pulled my face into his chest and started running his fingers up and down on my back. He was consoling me while I cried my heart out. My muffled sobs were being absorbed by his chest. After I don't know how much time, the tears finally stopped rushing down, and I felt a little composed.

His expression shifted slightly, the faint tightening around his jaw, the small furrow in his brow, the kind of look that told me he’d just found something worth paying attention to. “Come look at this,” he said, gesturing me closer. I leaned in. The screen glowed softly, illuminating the lines of data that made my pulse slow for a second. “Before she got divorced from her husband, Ethan Black,” Jeff began, reading from the screen, “their child, Elena Black, was killed mysteriously. No one knew who killed her or why they killed her.” The words hit harder than I expected. I didn’t say anything and I definitely didn’t see that coming either. My eyes followed the text across the screen, reading