Corrupted Finn Novels & Stories

“You were too busy congratulating yourself to check the dark properly. I saw you with him. Saw Dane. Saw the rag passed round. Saw you bargain. Saw you send Corvin out ahead and line me up for the rest.” The yard had gone so quiet by then that even Corvin’s ragged breathing seemed loud. Finn’s expression changed again, not into panic, not yet, but into something more viciously controlled. He was deciding which version of himself might still survive this. Outraged friend. Wrongly accused brother. The man who insists reality is confusion loudly enough that weaker minds accept the easier path. He pointed at Corvin with a sudden flare of anger. “He killed Garrick.” “Yes,” I said. “And you were g

sound, I looked at my watch and said, "Mr. Finn, if you are ill, go to the hospital. Don't waste time here. It can't be cured by being here." I was driving him out. Finn walked a few steps towards me, and tried to pull me, but I dodged. With both hands hanging mid air, he begged, "Reed, I and Jessica gave the name to you, we... " "Are you going to recall how you cheated my mother?" I directly interrupted Finn's recalling. Finn did not say anything more and said, "You're right, it's all my fault. Can you do a bone match test for me? If the match is successful, I will make a will, and I will give half of my inheritance to you!"

I didn’t particularly like the spotlight. I preferred to paint, do pottery, and garden. I didn’t want to work. I had hundreds of millions of cash in offshore accounts and assets. I was set for life even before I inherited Connor’s assets. My husband was also rich, but I didn’t touch his money because it was dirty. Same way I didn’t touch Connor’s money. Before I stopped being a hacker after being put on a watchlist by several governments, I bought several companies under several alliances. I had shares in powerful organizations and I got a paycheck every month for it.

He looked at us with recognition and hunger, and I knew that the corruption had taken him. "Finn," Ronan said, his voice breaking. "Brother, fight it. You're stronger than—" Finn lunged. Ronan was too weak to fight, the Shard's corruption was spreading through him. I tried to pull him aside, but Finn was too fast and strong. Garrick appeared from nowhere, slamming into Finn, driving him back. They grappled, and I saw the moment Garrick realized what he had to do. "I'm sorry," Garrick whispered.

By the end, they pulled out and stood over me as I knelt between them, ruined, leaking cum from both holes, mascara streaked down my face, bunny tail discarded on the floor. “Open your mouth and look up, bunny,” Jax ordered. They stroked themselves over my upturned face. Then, almost simultaneously, they let go. Hot streams of piss hit my face, my tongue, my tits, soaking the sheer lingerie. They marked me thoroughly — golden showers drenching my hair, running down my body, pooling on the office floor. The ultimate degradation. I stayed there on my knees, trembling, covered in their cum and piss, utterly broken. Jax stroked my wet hair almost tenderly.

Finn said and I chuckled. “I know Finn. Which is why I am going to come back. Just wait for me.” I said and he quickly went in to get the car key. Finn brought back the key and I got inside the car. I started the car and drove it forward when he suddenly stopped. I thought I might have stepped on the brake when I heard a gentle knock on the car window. I stepped outside and looked at where Finn was looking. The tyres have been ruined. It isn't just one but all the cars in the garage have been ruined by Soren. She really does become more fierce. So when I told her to wait for me here, she was actually planning to destroy the car. I took the Bike then according to my instinct

His filthy demeanor shoved her mind to declare him a criminal…! But...Now…Recognizing, What is actually true…! She feels vile. Ryan is not involved in a drug racket, He only trying to save his best friend, Finn. Jim explained the whole scenario, Why did Ryan meet with the Drug dealer…?.. As the main head of the drug racket started blackmailing Finn. Once, for playing wagering on the horse’s race, Finn has taken help from an unknown man, whom he met at the stadium. At that time, Finn was disturbed, as Ryan and Jim, both denied providing more money to him. Both are aware of the habit of Finn, and Ryan and Jim are opposed to Finn’s gambling addiction. In resentment and frustration, Finn borrows

The crown was something he had never been after. “You need some rest, Darren. Even kings need to heal.” Before I could respond, a familiar voice pierced the air with its sardonic lilt. “Well, look at these two slackers skipping out of clean up after the party.” Finn strode in front of us, his clothes torn, blood staining them. He looked exhausted, yet, his amber eyes sparkled with mirth. Only Finn could find humor on the battlefield. “I supplied most of the bodies so it is up to the slackers to pick them up.” I smirked, listening to Finn’s chuckle.

I reach up, claws shining sharp in the night air, and claw at the backs of his hands. “What was that?” Denidor hisses. Good. Let them come here. Finn shoots me a look so sharp it even punctures the animal rage clouding my senses. I grab hold of my shift, arresting it midway. From his bag, he grabs a fistful of something and scatters it at the base of the tree just before Corwyn parts the bushes to search. A pair of small mammals dart out of the trunk to gather or inspect whatever it was. “Chipmunks,” Corwyn says dismissively. “Seems one of them dropped some nuts.”

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