Fin End Novels & Stories

She made herself open it. It was a short business piece. Finch Holdings Final Dissolution Approved by Courts. The article was three paragraphs. It mentioned the transfer of remaining assets to a blind trust to be managed for charitable distribution. The name “Clara Finch” appeared once, with no title, no honorific. Just a name in a legal document. Maya read it twice. Then she deleted the alert. She didn’t need to archive it, to file it away as evidence. It was just news. It had no power here.

He was in disbelief at how shameless Andrew was. Andrew simply smiled. "No worries. You can pay by card, or maybe Venmo or PayPal?" Finley's temper exploded. "Andrew, don't test me! You've got some nerve." Ignoring his outburst, Andrew continued casually, "And if you're low on funds, no problem! You can always take out a quick loan. I'll wait." Finley's hands trembled in fury, his eyes blazing red with barely restrained rage. He had never been so publicly humiliated. Meanwhile, his Hidden Dragons crew watched in stunned disbelief.

🌸Eden🌸 Fun times with Finn were over. He wasn’t based in this city, but he had been here for a business trip. Now, it was time for him to go back to New York. While the staff prepared his things to leave, his assistant, Sophie, was busy helping him with everything. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of this moment. It was hard to believe that after everything, he was really leaving. I stood by, my hands clutching the straps of my bag, watching him get ready. I wanted to say goodbye, but the words felt stuck in my throat. Finally, I stepped up to him. “I’m going to miss you,” I said softly, holding his hands.

He leaned across the table to shake Uriah's hand with an easy, street-style flick that made him seem effortlessly cool. He wore a loose black T-shirt that read "It's not a phase, Mom!" and a backward cap that let strands of dark, wavy hair spill out. His skin had that warm bronze tone that caught the light just right, and he smelled faintly of some perfume and something clean—like rain. "Dude! Glad you made it!" Uriah said, finally breaking free of the shock. "Yeah," Julian replied with a grin that could only be described as reckless. "Finished my paperwork just in time. The student office finally let me escape—bureaucrats, man."

Mike replied shamelessly sipping his wine. "By framing Ted you couldn't get much money Mike. He is not that much rich now. The loss he got from compensating the driver and the organization is very huge." Lisa said reasonably. "Haha.... who's saying I'm interested in Ted's money? He is a penniless man now. I am talking about the person who paid me for framing him." Mike smiled evilly while staring at the glass of wine in his hand. "What do you mean?" "Do you remember that dinner we had with Mr. Carlos?" Mike asked out of blue.

Not broken. Not unresolved. Just… finished.

He said with confidence bumming from his voice. I was lost in my thoughts. Trying to put one or two together. I concluded" I don't think it's Finite. It's someone else, someone close to us." Justin and Ethan looked at themselves then at me before Ethan spoke " How do you mean? " I folded my hands and placed my index finger on my chin. " Finite can be cunning but not dirty. He doesn't need to leave a message similar to Celine's inscription on her chest. He attacks directly. I'm very sure it's not Finite."

For, unfortunately, that wasn't quite the last of the coin. You see, Finian Relish was done with the coin, but the coin was not done with Finian Relish. Yet.

I shouldn't take my time with my parents for granted. "Let's see! Thank you all for your support! I need to end my live now. I need to get ready for my flight tomorrow. Thank you, everyone! And see you soon!!! Bye!" After I click the end button, I slumped onto the sofa. My head feels heavy after my I*******m live.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste