Corrupted Finn Novelas e Histórias

A corruption. The demon held the door, watching her with its eerie, bright red eyes, obviously savoring the realization dawning in her eyes, “Do you understand now? I took Eleanor’s baby before it was even born to this world; I corrupted and replaced parts of its soul with mine. With every drop of life you have forced her to take, I get to devour whatever human soul she has bit by bit… until there was nothing left but a soulless, ignorant puppet for Sir Hans Bathory to get rid of. Why do you think it had been so easy for him to finish the job? A mere mortal, even a descendant of Sans, could not possibly kill a demon’s vessel, unless it was already weak and on its last breath, you wretched fo

You need to see this. Meanwhile, inside a sleek, black luxury car not far from the Musk Company building, Finn was sitting in the passenger seat. His phone buzzed loudly, and he immediately picked it up. Seeing Jerald’s name on the screen, he quickly unlocked the device and opened the message. As the video began to play, his eyes widened more and more with every passing second. He became so engrossed, so absorbed by what he was watching, that he barely blinked. He saw Amara calm, cold, and absolutely dominating the room, exposing corruption, firing people left and right, and dismantling powerful men like they were nothing more than toys.

Toward us. “It’s following the Phoenix back to its point of origin!” Finn yelled. “It’ll corrupt our systems, expose this location, and send a data packet with our IP signature to every law enforcement and rival syndicate on the planet! Abort the connection! NOW!” I slammed my hand on the kill switch. Nothing happened. The C3RB3RUS counter-bar hit 50%. My screen began to glitch, lines of corrupted code scrolling wildly. “The kill switch is jammed! The worm has taken local control!” Finn was shouting.

Zadicus whispered, curling his hands in a fist with a clenched jaw as the moments of his misery flashed before his eyes. “We have gotten too far, no consequences could stop us. We have to complete what we started, Brother. There is no return from this point anymore.” Tristan said sternly, resting his hand on Zadicus’ shoulder, giving it an assuring squeeze. “You are right. There is no use to grasp what is no longer in our grip; it's meaningless at this point.” Zadicus breathed out, understanding his words. “This world is Corrupted after all.” Zadicus spoke, glancing over his shoulder to look at Tristan who stood with a grievous but stern expression.

Hannah lay nearby, cum leaking from every hole, smiling contentedly between his brothers. Could this finally be the end of their marriage? Or the beginning of a whole new filthy and addictive family corruption where wrong knows no bounds and pleasure knows no shame?

None appeared connected, yet somehow, they led back to one network, one hidden hand behind everything. The deeper I looked, the worse it became. The documents contained powerful and notable figures, too. Alliances. Whoever this Stone was, he was heavily and fiercely backed. I flipped through till I stopped at a name. Finn. My hands stopped. I thought it could just be a coincidence. There are thousands of Finns in the world, so I turned to the next page. The investigator looked at me carefully. “We can stop here.” I closed the document slowly and walked toward the window, looking into space.

“Look at her, Finn. She’s shaking. Can you see it? The fear? The baby… she’s worried about the baby.” Finn leaned down to my level, whispering directly into my ear. “Yes, the baby. That’s what makes this perfect. That’s what makes it real. You’re not just scared for yourself. You’re scared for the little one too. And I love seeing that.” I felt my stomach twist. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t even scream loud enough to be heard. “You wanted answers?” Finn said. “Here they are. We sabotaged the company. We manipulated the people around Tristan. We used Brianne. We lied. We planned. And now… you see the results. All of it. And you can do nothing about it.”

She ran toward us, grabbing at Finn’s arm before he could land the next hit. “Finn, what is it?” she asked as she tried to hold him back. “How dare you do that to her?” Finn growled, grabbing my collar in a vise grip. “Do you have any shred of shame left in you?” “Do what?” Maya demanded, eyes darting between us. “What happened, Finn?” “You’re sick, Kael Draven. Very sick. How can you record such an intimate moment? Do you have any idea what this would do to her? Do you have any shred of shame?”

"Since you framed me? Sent me to prison? Tried to have me killed multiple times? Worked with vampires against wolves? Allied with Parliament for genocide? Be specific about which 'everything' you mean." "All of it. Everything I did. Everything I became." Cormac sits on a pew. Tired. Defeated. "I was wrong. About everything. Can we... can this be fixed?" I laugh. Bitter. Harsh. "Fixed? You destroyed my life. Destroyed our relationship. Destroyed yourself. What's there to fix?" "I don't know. Maybe nothing. Maybe I'm too corrupted. Too broken. Too far gone." He looks up. "But I have a son now. Finn. Your nephew. And he deserves better than monster father and absent uncle."

Finn's eyes widened the moment the word left his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth and blinked rapidly. His heart raced even faster. He had slipped up. Would the second target hate him even more now? The system's interface showed before him, and the screen flickered, showing numerous watermarks as if it were about to explode from malfunctioning. Finn felt even more guilty. Franklin's expression also changed. He looked at Finn with furrowed brows, and the pen he held between his fingers dropped with a light thud on the table.