Aj Finn Books Novels & Stories

“Just a few more. I don’t think that we have to go through much now that we know who and what we are looking for. There must be just so many books to find that topic in.” As on cue, Hendrick skyrockets onto his feet. We watch him with big eyes as he scurries around, collecting a pile of books that he slams onto the table where Fynn is sitting. “I guess these are the only ones.” “Only five?” Logan comments as Fynn pulls one of the books in front of him with a frown. He opens it while Hendrick lifts another off the pile and sits down in the armchair next to the table. “That’s all I could find.”

Every single book Val had published under his pseudonym. "Oh, yeah," Finn said. He didn't even look embarrassed. He looked like he was discussing the weather. "‘Oh, yeah’? That’s it?" Val’s voice hit a pitch that bordered on a scream. "You have my entire catalog on your nightstand and you just say ‘oh, yeah’?" Finn tilted his head. "Why are you flipping out?"

The place would be crawling with reporters every time Finn did something with this company. Surprisingly, tech news gets lots of coverage. You don't get in the gossip rags very often, but there's enough tech blogs out there who want to divulge every single thing they do. One time a cameraman caught Finn out in a pair of sweatpants and the entire internet community suggested he was going bankrupt. In reality Finn wears them a lot, but Aspen doesn't usually let him leave the house in them. He left their apartment in search of a quick coffee without thinking what he had on and made the news. It's not a life I'd want to live.

I knew it from Finn's locked files. I crossed my legs and leaned back slightly in my chair and listened to the tall one resume talking about territorial boundaries and resource corridors, and I made the appropriate sounds of engagement, and in the back of my mind I was very quietly building a wall around what I just saw so that nothing on my face reflected what was happening behind it. ~~~ The dissolved pack. Finn had exactly one file on them — I'd only seen the cover page, which was more than he knew. He kept the file in the lower drawer of his desk, the one with the secondary lock that he thought I didn’t know the combination to.

As soon as they noticed me, both of them sat up, their eyes on me. I finally broke the silence. "What are you coloring, Fiona?" She walked over and handed me the book. It was a Barbie coloring book, and she had done it beautifully; her colors blended perfectly. "It’s brilliant," I said, genuinely impressed. She smiled and stuck her tongue out at Finn. "I can color too!" he said, racing toward his bedroom. He returned moments later with a Marvel and DC coloring book held proudly in his hands. He showed me the pages. "This is also brilliant," I said.

“Difficult but possible. The problem is that Mr. Fernandez writes everything down in a book.” “A book? That sounds old-fashioned, even for Maximo Fernandez.” “He has this … this little black book.” He makes a gesture with his hand, and then, seemingly thinking the better of it, quickly hides his fingers again. “Mrs. Dollesin once mentioned that Mr. Fernandez keeps note of how much he pays to whom in that book.” “That’s risky.”

It read, Welcome to Finland. ******************************************************************** So are you guys ready to enjoy in Finland with Aakash and Ananya. So let me warn you beforehand that the next chapter is going to be very romantic and hot. I hope you guys are enjoying my book till now.

“Hurry up though. I miss you lying next to me.” Her words made me smile but I couldn’t help worrying about Finn. My wolf wasn’t helping matters, feeling torn between staying with one of our mates or going after the other. I knew we couldn’t keep choosing between them this way. Something had to give soon. Curious to know what made Finnick so upset he would leave without a word, I walked over to the discarded item laying on the floor. It was a spiral bound book and in one glance I could see it was a journal or diary of some sort. I felt a pang of guilt knowing I was about to breach Sarah's privacy but my need to understand Finn’s actions overrode my better judgment.

"Can I come in?" My first instinct was to refuse, but curiosity won out. "Fine." The door opened slowly, and Fin stepped inside, looking so different from his usual arrogant self that I almost didn't recognise him. His shoulders were hunched, his expression guarded, and in his hands he held what looked like a large book. "I, uh, brought you something," he said awkwardly, holding out the book. "It's about Shadowmoon Pack history. I thought you might want to learn about where you come from."

I trailed my fingers along the worn spines, not seeing the titles, just seeking the comfort of silence. It was a comfort that lasted all of five minutes. “Hiding from your shadow, little mate?” a familiar, lilting voice asked. I flinched, spinning around. Finn leaned against a bookshelf, his arms crossed, that infuriating, charming grin plastered on his face. The sight of him now was different. I was looking for it, the resemblance. The same stubborn set of the jaw as Ronan, the same intense depth in his eyes as Bastien, though his were alight with perpetual amusement.