Fin End Novels & Stories

“Did you hear that, Jane? In everyone’s eyes, you’re just a fool seeking your own death. “Be good and stay on the road. I’m in a good mood. I might even burn a little paper for you, so you won’t have to beg below.” Each word landed like a hammer blow against my chest. Before I could recover, Mandy’s impatient voice cut in. “Jane, do us a favor and hand over your bank password before you go, will you? “You’ll be dead anyway. No use wasting it.” That money was a life-saving fund I had left for my mother’s treatment.

“Why don’t you look at the account details again?” The crowd froze. Everyone immediately looked back at the giant screen. At the very bottom of the account information… there was a tiny line of text. I raised my eyes toward the second floor. “Don. This account was assigned to me by my company as a risk-control operations account.” “The thirty million was never my personal money.” “It belongs to the company.” The tiny line on the screen was immediately enlarged. 【Oceanic International Risk Control Division】 Lucien suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"

End them. ***

Finn's POV In the conference room of a downtown law firm, Finn held a pen and signed his name on the final document. The scratch of the nib on paper was the only sound in the quiet room. "Mr. Cross, are you certain you wish to transfer all of your personal assets—including your law firm shares, the Mount Pleasant estate, your Mercedes sports car, and all investment portfolios, totaling $48 million—to the 'Sterling Justice Foundation'?" the notary confirmed one last time.

I explain, keeping the diagnostic summary concise. "Oh! If the financial tokens are secure, completely abandon the chase. After my hand bridged the initial introduction, his line completely ceased all communication with my sector. Perhaps his wolf simply operates with a highly cold, aloof behavioral script! As long as your performance fees cleared the board." I deliver a brief vocal confirmation and terminate the connection.

At least it’s beneficial that they broke up early. Once she finished ranting, I took a deep breath. Kenzie and I are doing a background check on Murphy and Jasper. I don’t understand why Sariel is still so close to them. "Kuya, I have devastating news: I've discovered something about Finn. Finn Dixon has ties to these unscrupulous individuals, with Murphy's father serving as his sole ally. Finn is confident that these individuals are involved in criminal activities, even though records exist. They’re involved in money laundering, drug trafficking, fraud, corruption, crime syndicates, and human trafficking." This individual, Finn, defies redemption and has even enlisted the help of others. Wh

Not broken. Not unresolved. Just… finished.

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”