Beth Finch Novels & Stories

The name hit me like a punch I’d known was coming. Then the world narrowed: a shadow on the mezzanine, a rifle glint, a voice soft and amused—Finch, in person, with the kind of suit men buy when they intend to sign someone’s fate. “You’re pretty,” he said, as if that was the first and only observation that mattered. He stepped down in the way a man steps into money: deliberate, unhurried. “You made my ledger interesting, doll.” It was the sound of a throat clearing before a sentence that kills. The hunters behind him moved in a clean, hungry choreography. They weren’t here for a fight; they were here to close a file.

He conceitedly uttered, making me growl and look outside, hiding a smile. “We are already halfway in our first chapter but okay.” I started. “Scout Finch lives with her brother, Jem, and their widowed father, Atticus, in the sleepy Alabama town of Maycomb. Maycomb is suffering through the Great Depression, but Atticus is a prominent lawyer and the Finch family is reasonably well off in comparison to the rest of society.” I started discussing while not looking at Mister Dawson. I am afraid that I might forget what I was reading yesterday when I look at on his eyes. It just feel so off looking at him on the eyes, because I minute I am fine but later I will find out, I am already stuttering wit

"You see then... Shall we join the others for breakfast?" ***** KLEMPNER – TWENTY-SIX YEARS AGO Finchby is waiting when I arrive, with his slicked-back hair and that garish medallion he seems convinced looks good. "Larry, great to see you." He flashes his usual fake smile, the single gold tooth winking. "So, what do you have for me?" "Bech, can you bring them through please?" Bech shouts through the door. "First one."

she scolded gently. "I understand, I’ll try to do better," I promised, and she smiled at me. We continued working, but I had to sit down when I was so exhausted. "Guys, guess what! There’s new gossip trending on the Internet, Bryan Finch of Premium Trust is getting married!" one of the girls read out excitedly as she entered the farm, waving her smartphone. "Bryan Finch?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. Most of the farm workers didn’t know him, but the girls my age immediately crowded around her.

“ Beth's voice trembled with worry as she watched her mother disappear up the stairs. __ Beth and Sunny sat down, waiting for James Finn to arrive, and fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Beth stood up and said, "Let’s go outside. They should not be in here right now since I just upset my mother. “ ___ Beth looked at Finn as she said, "Hey there, Finn, it's nice to meet you!"“ Finn smiled and said, Same," as he shook her hand. Finn then explained, "I was actually born here, but I moved out to Ashville with my mother when I was only three years old. “

Baby Zetty solemnly placed the box into the deep pit. At this moment, she could no longer hold her tears back. She abruptly wailed out in agony. Finn ultimately learned that she was perhaps burying someone dear to her. Baby Zetty had always been a melancholic and sentimental girl with sincere emotions, so her cries could make one shed a tear as well. Finn stepped forward, knelt on the ground alongside her, and said, “My deepest condolences for your loss.”

"Mr. Finch is a petty and vengeful person. He seeks revenge for the slightest offense. With him involved, nothing good can happen ..." Before she finished her word, Jonathan's eyes seemed to grow even darker.

In fairness, the pilot is handsome. My seat was next to the window, we hadn't even flown yet but I was like a restless child. Bennet rode quietly, with his Executive Secretary, Firenze Fuji, twenty-five years old, single, quiet but smiling, smart, kinder to his boss and friend Bennet and a graduate of Law at Harvard at the age of twenty. -three. where are you Readers, did you trip him? It's yours! Your saliva will be wet because... he's really quiet. Bennet is the only one he knows how to talk to.

Elara’s eyes narrowed, her fingers hovering over a security alert panel. Finch stepped forward, ignoring their hostility. His movements were precise, devoid of threat yet filled with an ancient deference. He walked past Jack and stopped before Catherine. Then, in an act that stunned everyone, he went down on one knee, bowing his head in the most profound gesture of fealty. "My Queen," he said, his voice a calm, resonant baritone. The title hung in the air, filled with a weight that went beyond mere courtesy. He raised his head, his gaze direct and clear. "My name is Finch. I was the warden of the Nightingale Sanitarium. And I was your husband's parents' most loyal servant."

I said, putting him back on the spot. He clicked his tongue. He hated this. He would literally rather be anywhere than forced to talk to me. The sound of a baby crying broke through the air though it was faint and stopped after a few seconds. We both still stared at the house. “You’ve missed so much of my life. Did you ever stop to think that Finch is your son too? Cause he is. Fenton wasn’t perfect but he was there. Yeah he was drunk sometimes or off with a female but he was there for the big things. The important things. You couldn’t even manage-”