Corrupted Finn Novels & Stories

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.”

I held the knife tightly and asked, "Darren, there're so many questions I've always wanted to ask you. How do you know about Uma's appearance? Who's the person behind Finn? Why he didn't want me to see him? Why are you with me right now?" Darren put some more sticks in the fire and said, "I thought you would never ask. Master Finn used to be a very handsome and happy man. He was a prince in a northern pack, which was destroyed by The Crimson Pack, your father's pack. They put his wife in a tent and set a fire to it. He rushed into the tent to save her, that's why his face was burnt and he lost his voice. That's why he had never shown his hUman face to anyone. And the wife he risked his life

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Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

“Do you like all the things that we did this evening?” Jojo's smile froze on her face. Her lips moved for a second as she looked at the man. “What?” Finn asked, still smiling back at her. Jojo rubbed her hair had took a deep breath. “Does everyone know how corrupted your mind is?” She asked. Finn chuckled and leaned closer to her. “If they know, they probably know that you are the cause,” he stared. Jojo scoffed and attempted to sit up, but she moaned again in pain.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I go back to my office and light a cigar, but I still rant. The stronzo is dead, but that is not enough for me. The Gabino son follows me. He runs a hand through his hair and whistles to himself: "Cazzo. I screwed up, and I forgot that Lucia was under your protection." I abruptly grab his head and pull it back. "Open your mouth," I order him coldly.

Nathan's voice crackled back onto the speaker phone. "Damien. I have something." "Go." "The VPN is routing the messages. Estonia. But the payment method on the VPN account traces back to a prepaid debit card purchased three weeks ago at a Target in Brooklyn. Cash purchase. No ID required. But the security camera footage from the store was flagged as suspicious by an algorithm we pay for. A woman. Late twenties or early thirties. Dark hair. She paid with a hundred-dollar bill. The footage is grainy, but I had it enhanced."

like a spark of hope, or maybe just a shared desire for vengeance. "I'm in," she whispered. I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the obsidian collar and the heavy weight of my new life. A small, dark smirk touched my lips. Alistair thought he had bought a tool. He thought he had a submissive Omega he could use to settle a border dispute. He had no idea that he’d just invited a Trojan horse into his kingdom. He was so busy watching my neck that he didn't realize I was already reaching for his crown.

Finn said with a lethal precision that cut straight to the core of my deepest fears. "He kicked you out into the freezing rain because you refused to become a soulless corporate robot like him." "He wanted me to dump you to save a public relations deal and I told him to go to hell," I reminded him while the memory of the screaming match flashed through my tired mind. "Exactly," Finn agreed while pointing a firm finger right at the center of my chest. "You gave up a billion-dollar inheritance just to defend my honor and now you are trying to dump me in an alley behind a dive bar."