Corrupted Finn Novelas e Histórias

His lips curled into a cold grin as he pulled away, leaving with Cassius trailing after him, snickering. I stared down at the destroyed uniform in a daze. I only had two sets. The one I was wearing. And now this shredded mess. “They completely ruined it,” Finn said quietly, coming to my side. “They?” I asked, lifting my eyes to him. “You know who did this?” Finn hesitated before speaking. “The jealous wolves. And there’s a lot of them.” “Why would anyone be jealous of me?”

His usual permanent grin had been replaced with a melancholy look as we rode the rails to our destination. I lean across the cab and as quietly as possible I ask, “You good man?” Slowly Finn turns his head, his violet eyes dull, and the corner of his lips turned down. “Old memories.” He says just as quietly as I asked but with a flat tone. At first, I thought he meant from when he and Mathias had ventured to Andora to face Aodh thinking together they could defeat the god of the underworld, except, unfortunately, they had their asses handed to them as I heard.

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

"What are we actually working with? Because forty years of Bratva building means significant liquidity. If he's decided to spend it—" "We've been mapping his financials for three weeks," Nikolai said. "He's moving money. Not dramatically. Carefully. Small transfers through multiple channels." He paused. "He's funding something. We don't have the full picture yet." "How long?" I asked. "Days," Nikolai said. "Maybe a week." The table held that for a moment. Then Reinholt leaned forward. "Can I raise something adjacent." I nodded.

"Your system possessed zero awareness of my presence. My internal wolf always projected immense admiration toward your absolute dedication to the craft." "Affirmative, the dedication was absolute, but my system logged those endless hours away from the pack because my wolf recognized the exact physical horror waiting to ambush me the moment I returned to my sire’s coordinates." Val's gaze drifted toward the demanding stack of financial ledgers resting on the counter. "Despite this catastrophic history, your system still satisfies his medical invoices." Finn delivered a humorless, freezing laugh. "Affirmative, my internal programming is that severely fractured, Val." He shook his head in disgu

“Because we don’t need someone that’s having second thoughts.” “No.” I mutter. “But sending a human? Finn, we may be in charge of the U.K right now. You may even consider yourself a King. We have worked hard to get to this point. We cross over to them and we are well and truly screwed.” I shake my head. “You talked about numbers, how we were outnumbered. They have more packs there.” “We managed." Finn smiles "We find someone to join our cause.” Corina is grinning ear to ear as though she had figured it out.

Before I could ask her what was wrong, Corine stormed inside and shouted, “Where the hell were you, Boo?” “None of your business. Why? What happened?” I answered her calmly as I sat on my desk. “Frank stole a billion dollars, that’s what happened!" Corine sat on the couch and waved her hand for Janice to leave us. Fuck! Back to more fucking work when I just had a fucking great time. I have to relax and figure this out. "Where is he now?” "He's in hiding.” Corine said, rolling her eyes. “And the money?" “They found multiple offshore accounts and his main one in the swiss bank. I couldn't believe it when I heard from Gerry last night. Your grandfather is gonna kill you by the way. He's been lo

**** “I have told you not to murmur while coming to my corner; stop bringing a bad mood to my corner Edam, what is the problem now?“. Terry asked as Edam entered his room. “It's like I have lost my authoritative life, it's like I am now as cool as ever, it's more clear that I have lost my spark of brutality”. Edam shouted. “Calm down and talk, I can't hear you clearly, speak fast guy”. Terry sounded anticipating. “I was stopped by two senior secondary school students who placed loads of warnings and threats on me in the name of me being the one that is behind the corruption of his brother”. Edam replied to him.

“Yes, ma’am—” “Ma’am?” Scarlett interrupted, a small smile playing at her lips despite the gravity of our conversation. “Or Mother?” A flush of embarrassment crept up Finn’s neck, softening his hardened features. “Mother,” he corrected himself. The word sent a warm glow through my chest. Mother. Not just to Scarlett now, but to this young man who clearly adored her. “He planted forged treason documents in my father’s pack—evidence that he wanted to be king,” Finn continued, his voice growing hollow with remembered pain.

It was finally evening and I was finally resting, getting ready to leave for the night, when my assistant slowly walked into my office “Mr thornfield is here to see you ma.” “please let him in” I replied When Micheal walked in, he didn’t waste time with pleasantries, he closed the door behind him and placed his tablet on the table, sliding it towards me. “Monique isn’t just Blake’s girlfriend,” he said. She’s been siphoning funds, forging approvals and manipulating internal audits. I skimmed through the files, my expression unreadable. Fake cridentials. Shell accounts. A child she’d hidden. Transfers that led back to the trust group’s primary account.