Fin Ending Novels & Stories

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

The doctor said I had a hundred days left. I didn't want a miracle. I just wanted one real family portrait. One where I sat dead center, impossible to cut out. I searched through every album in the house. My sister, Yvonne Miller, had her professional glamor shots. My brother, Daxton Miller had his milestone baby portraits. My parents had their framed wedding photo. There wasn't a single picture of just me. I remembered our old family photo from primary school. Mom told me I blinked, so she creased the paper down the middle and folded my side back. After that, I was always placed on the far left or the far right. It made it easier to crop me out. I saved up and booked time a

Fully. Finally. And that was everything.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Finn paused mid-sentence as she raised two fingers to her lips, a faintly mocking gesture. “I had such high expectations,” she said, tilting her head, eyes gleaming with mischief, “After hearing all the rumors about the council head. But seeing you now… all that talk about strength, power, being unbeatable. it’s just that, talk. Dismissing me, knowing I wanted your life, makes it feel like you are merely…scared of me,” Her smile deepened, sharp as a blade, and Finn’s expression darkened imperceptibly. “Looks like the legend of the Council Head, the one who intimidates the entire realm, is just hype,” she added, gathering her purse, disappointment faintly lacing her voice. “This revenge…does

, he said. “No. There is one more thing left to do”, she responded. “Fin has been released and he is currently on his way to where we want him to be. Everything is in place now so what is left?”, he asked. “Take me to Russo’s cell”, she said staring deadpan into his eyes. Her amber eyes were blazing in flames. “Yes, princess.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Freaking blood, it's making me thirsty again. Both of them chuckled and continued eating. I drank the water that was also bought by Cassie ad emptied it out. "Now we know what you are afraid of!" Cassie laughingly said but I just gave them a sullen glance and then finished my food. I just didn't mind their teases, I never looked at them again. I just watched at my time the entire time I was waiting for them to finish their food. They finally finished eating when the time hit on 12:45pm, when they stood up, I also followed them and threw the paper plates that we used in eating.

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.

Naomi was speechless for a moment, but her glare burned with pure resentment. After Naomi stormed out, I handed a thick stack of confirmation forms to Lincoln Brooks, the head of finance. "Mr. Brooks, I've compiled all of this month's orders according to company procedure. Please review and sign once everything is correct. After that, I'll personally verify each order with our partners, and as soon as the review is complete, I'll submit the documents to the finance office immediately." Before I could finish, Lincoln interrupted sharply, "Maddie, this won't do! It's already the end of the month. Without these files, the company can't file taxes. This is serious! We need to make an exception.

With my death, Jeff would have seized control of both the Cunningham and Gibson fortunes. Wynnie stormed into the room, evidence in hand, and flung it at my parents. They froze, shock written all over their faces. "Jeff, is this for real?! Why on earth would you do this?" Alice stared at Jeff, her eyes wide with disbelief. Jeff went white as a sheet. "Wynnie, you went behind my back to dig up dirt on me! Am I really less important to you now than Kelvin?!" His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most.

Brook’s voice was low, clipped, already typing on his encrypted tablet. “Any limits?” “None. No filters. I want every name that even sneezed near that boardroom last quarter.” “Copy.” Finn, a slender man in a sleek suit, held a digital notepad and stylus as he kept pace. His energy was the opposite of Brook’s quiet but sharp, always one breath ahead. “The 3:00 a.m. transaction,” Zogo said, still facing forward. “Report.” Finn adjusted his glasses. “Mostly smooth. Payments cleared. Routes secured through Country B and Country C. But there’s a snag.”