Autumn And Finny Novels & Stories

“With the two of us roaming around the water, having no knowledge and experience, what else would happen to us other than being stranded in the middle of the ocean? Huh?” “What the hell?” XXXXX After some time of discussing their next agendas, they end up at the grocery store. Boone was the one who was pushing the cart while Finn was the one who was picking the groceries. "Another chip?" Boone said when Finn put three big bags of chips on the cart. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" "For chips? Yes." Finn proudly said before taking off and leaving Boone being grumpy. Boone starts to wonder how Finn was able to convince him to have another movie marathon at his Condo. He thought that Finn wou

The ninth time Julian Hale chose Vivian Cross over me, I held a knife to Vivian's throat and made her beg for forgiveness in the middle of a crowded downtown plaza. I thought that would finally be enough to end the affair. Instead, Julian made me pay for hurting her. He went after my father's company and destroyed it, leaving my family broke and buried in debt to loan sharks. In the end, my father, Martin Ellison, couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed an entire bottle of pills beside my mother, Diane Ellison. The shock was too much for her heart, and she died soon after. I lost both my parents in a single day. The day after the funerals, the doctor gave me more bad news. I had late-stage st

GEORGIA POV I barely slept last night. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything. Dante’s tired voice on the phone, the way he kept canceling our plans, the little moments where Ashley touched his arm and he laughed like it was nothing. By the time the sun came up, I had made a decision. I was done waiting and wondering. Today, during break, I was going to surprise him at the janitor’s closet, which was our usual spot. The place where so many of our secret moments happened. I needed to feel close to him again. I needed to remind him and myself that we were still us.

"What do you want him for, anyway? Y'all already got that yapping little dog. And a yapping little cat." "Shush. I thought you loved them." Autumn rolled her eyes multiple times. "That's just for show. The cat, I can still tolerate. Your dog is totally rude and immature." "Okay," she cut short the girls' bickering. "Hop the Fish is yours. When I move," she stressed. "Yes! Thank you so much. You won't regret it, Mrs Lips." Peyton grinned and fist-pump the air. "Hey! You just sprayed me with honey."

I asked as we walked back to the pack house. “My mom and I used to go there all the time when I was young. Bill and Annie used to have a daughter named Betty. She was killed in an attack by rogues a long time ago. They never got over losing her and they never tried for a pup again. After my mom died it was one of the few placed that felt safe to me. I’d go there and spend afternoons just reading or helping Annie bake or helping Bill with chores. I try to see them as often as I can. They were one of the few examples in my life of a healthy, happy relationship.” Finn finished, quietly. I realized he’d just shared something incredibly personal with me. My heart swelled. “Thank you…for sharing t

"But Finn is not those people. Finn is a seven-year-old who told Parliament that Uncle Callum earned his position and that earning matters more than being born to something. He is not the tool they are trying to make him." I think about Finn, who arrived three days ago and who looked at everything in London with the quality of someone for whom everything is new and therefore everything is interesting, and who sat in the shelter courtyard and counted the pigeons and told me their specific flight patterns, and who has Cormac's jaw in the way that I have Valentina's eyes, which is to say something of someone who is not here is visible in someone who is. "We're both supposed to be something," I

the alpha says with a chuckle, looking at my two alphas. "Can I see Finny?" I ask them, I wanted to have a small chat, a very small chat with him, and his wolf, and the fact that he's hiding that information from me. "Finny is busy with his wolf, his wolf...uhhh...Froggie, is giving him some hard adjusting, he's with his wolf, and she's helping him," Uncle says. "You didn't name your wolf?" I ask him with a raised brow. "I'm not the one we're talking about here," Uncle says blushing.

Even without any romantic attachment, I didn't want her to get hurt. Half an hour after I asked Bianca for help, I suddenly saw a photo of Finley and Joyce on Instagram. The photo was taken at an airport, and in it, Joyce and Finley were embracing and holding hands. The caption read, "I'll always be there for you. I love you the most." I couldn't define what I felt—irony, absurdity, even disgust.

The ten year old thermos Noah brings with him tastes nothing at all like freshly ground beans and steamed milk. The coffee shop is where the morning really gets ridiculous. "Tori! Hey. Hi. It's Tori, right? It's Tori." Standing in line at Grounded, holding a coffee in each hand like he panicked at the register, is the redhead from the gym. Auburn hair to his shoulders, green eyes, built like he could bench the espresso machine, currently going faintly pink for no visible reason. Finn. The one who watched me chew out his boss like I was a N*****x show he couldn’t get enough of.

He always kept it that way on his helicopter, knowing I loved it when he played my favorite songs. "Don't touch that." Finn slapped her hand away. "I feel suffocated. Can't I put on something more exciting to get my blood pumping?" Amanda shot her hand out again, completely unapologetic. A two-second silence. "Do whatever you want." Finn conceded. Amanda immediately logged out of my account and switched to her own. The next second, a blast of heavy metal exploded from the cabin speakers. Finn laughed, exasperated. "You call this 'getting your blood pumping'?"