Avery Flynn Novels & Stories

Reading what was on the paper, Flynn raised a brow, and then he looked after Noah, walking off and calling out after him, “Black!! Wait, you are leaving?! Is that how you are going to treat your childhood friend? At least take me out for a drink or tell me why her?! Who is she?!” But the door closed behind Noah, and Flynn frowned at the paper, mumbling, “He was always a cold bastard. But why you, Genevieve Carnell... What makes you so important that he would dare swallow his pride and ask me for such a favor?” After standing there silently for a while, he rushed behind his desk, opened his laptop, clicked the search bar, and typed in it, “Who is Genevieve Darnell?” The browsers displayed her

"No, it's not like that." Avery's eyes widened in panic. Seeing Hannah's anger, he didn't dare to hide anymore. "I didn't intend to hide it from you. It's just that Flynn forbade me from telling you…" He scratched his head, closed his eyes, and said, "Flynn left a week ago."

Quinn's father retracted all his investments, cutting off the company's funding overnight. Jonathan, who used to be worth hundreds of millions of dollars, was saddled with millions in debt. Meanwhile, Quinn swindled all of his assets that she could take with her before disappearing when he desperately needed money. She ended up leaving the country with a businessman involved in import and export trade. Thus, Jonathan was left to pay off his debts on his own. He shut down his business and sold his properties, moving into a rented room that was smaller than 215 square feet. Someone spotted him in Cliffton once.

said Flynn, staring down at the woman who stood a few feet away from him. “Please, Tyson, just once. Come to D.C. and meet your family. You can finally meet your brother,” begged the woman. Her hair was one shade lighter than his and it made her wonder if they were related. Flynn shook his head and turned away. “Stop calling me that! I am not Tyson. My name is Flynn Ascott, and The Ascotts is the only family I know.” As she used both hands to cover her mouth, Kelsey watched the woman's complexion turn pale as tears started pouring down her face. “But I am your mother.” Her voice sounded weak, her knees looked like they would buckle at any moment.

Flynn didn't even hesitate; he spun the car around and pressed his foot harder on the gas. As the city blurred by, all I could see was Ava’s face. Her soft eyes filled with tears. Her trembling hands. The fear she tried so hard to hide from me months ago. The steering wheel groaned under my grip. I forced myself to breathe. In and out. In and out. But it wasn’t helping. When we finally arrived, I didn't wait for Flynn to open the door. I pushed it open myself and stepped out, the cold night air doing nothing to cool the fire raging inside me.

The house is quiet, no one else is there, but him and the coffin inside. “How did you find me?” “Fate showed me the way and I am here because I know how much pain you are bearing right now.” For the first time, sadness was written all over his face. The very first emotion I witnessed was from this expressionless guy, who I thought didn't know about bliss and lamentations. I flip on his second page and I wanna flip more pages. “I’m Airo,” he speaks. “I’m Ciana.” If not because of that text, this could be the first time we exchange our names. The day that I would know his name.

"That would be wonderful. The Babylon is holding my job, but it would be great to keep my hand in things. Plus, I'll need a break from Granddaddy." "Great. We'll set a time after the wedding to discuss terms." "Sounds like a plan." Abbey removed the double boiler she'd had simmering at the stove. "Now, who wants a paraffin bath for your hands?" * * * Flynn Bohannon lived a gypsy's life, traveling from town to town, venue to venue, sharing the music of his homeland. To his way of thinking, there was nothing better than seeing new faces, new places, every few days. If things began to feel a little stale, he picked up stakes and found somewhere new. Sometimes he traveled in a group, jamming wit

She was feeling dizzy and her throat was parched dry. She heard the footsteps of someone entering the room. She tried to see. The man came towards her. ‘Hi, Aditi... How are you?’ he asked. She tried to focus her eyes. She was shocked to see him. ‘Aditi... Do you recognise me?’ the man asked her. ‘Kanav,’ she whispered in a hoarse voice. ‘Right, Aditi... But I don’t like this name at all. I have changed my name to Flash. It’s the name of the hero in a Hollywood movie. Do you like my new name?’ Kanav said with sarcasm.

Alayni grumbles. “That is not the only reason at all. I don’t want you flying commercial, plus by using my private jet, it will be nonstop. Besides, Ryan is moving to Savannah, and all of his shit should be there by the time we arrive.” I hear a guy yell.

“No. I wouldn’t—” “Wouldn’t?” I cut in. “You are doing that by wasting my time.” My phone went dark. And he became silent. I stepped closer. “Answer me. Where are they?” Flynn drew a breath. “I… don’t know exactly.” He looked ashamed. “She moves like a snake. How am I supposed to know what she's thinking?” Max folded his arms. “You’re not much help then. Leave him to rot here.” Flynn’s eyes darted between us. “Listen, you can’t trust me. I know I messed up. A lot. But I want to help. It's my only bargaining chip here.”