Fin Ending Novels & Stories

I stared into the screen for a hot minute and it seemed like a lot of math and figures so I assumed they were bank receipts. “I don’t get it.” I said with a confused expression. “It seems like whoever this is, embezzled company funds.” Dean said subtly as his fingers kept operating the mouse and going through the files. “No way.” I couldn’t keep the shock out of my tone. Mr fucking perfect Andrews? “Yes way.” Dean said, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen. “And from the looks of it, it’s pretty bad.” When Dean got to the end of the file, he exited it and clicked on another one with another’s name. And it was equally as shocking when it revealed visual evidence of contract breaching w

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

To teach me independence, my parents enforced a fifty-fifty rule from the time I was little. Half the rent for my room. Half the cost of a breakfast sandwich. Even when a high fever sent me to the ER, they added half the bill to my debt and reminded me, "Get a summer job. Don't make a habit of owing people money." I always believed they just wanted me to become independent. Then my younger sister, Chloe, was born. Whenever she broke something and owed Mom money, all she had to do was give her a kiss. "All right, sweetheart. Debt paid." When Chloe wanted piano lessons, she made Dad breakfast once, and he happily paid for an entire year. But every dollar spent on me went straight into the fami

"Mom, I’ll be your legs now. I’ll always protect you." I thought we would finally live a peaceful life. However, that dream was shattered when a video started circulating online. In it, I was lying on a beach—shirtless, scarred, my large tail fin thrashing against the waves. When fishermen approached, I used the last of my strength to knock them into the sea. They splashed, coughing with swallowed seawater, and yelling for help. The next clip showed Seraphina locked in a metal cage, her red eyes burning with fury. She bit and struck at her captors. Two large men clutched their bleeding arms, shouting curses in panic.

Perfect. A buzz from Jessica's phone unveils the amazing news to her. As she relays the news back to the diary, she bounces in excitement. Jake Harrison, her gross boss (the same man who made her job a living nightmare), has not only been fired but arrested for embezzlement.

“Unless you count the story itself. Vince called it a monster. I mean you said it was killing people because it didn’t have an ending and it’s gone and trapped Melissa, but how do you slay a story?” “How do you slay anything? You give it an ending of course. A fit and proper ending, one that ties up every loose end.” “That’s easier said than done.” “Yes it is. There are many ways to finish a story, but only one true way to end it. Every other attempt at finishing is a misstep, a distraction and will not lead to the tale’s proper ending. You must find the one true way to end it and administer the final cut.” “I’ve never been good with endings though, that’s why I avoid conclusive ones.”

“They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.” I scoffed, glaring at him."Dude, we barely scrapped past The Clarets yesterday. The team that finished bottom of the league last season. And you are here talking about destroying a team that finished fourth. Above us, by the way." "It was the first game, man. Away from home. Chill."Finn shrugged, eating up his fries. "Don't tell me to chill."I snapped. "We were fucking horrendous on that field." "We know, Cap," Jasper interjected. "What Finn is trying to say is that it was just first game jitters. I'm sure we are going to get our shit together going forward, right guys?"

Chapter Fifteen Quinn I lean back in my chair, wiping tears from my eyes. A logical part of my brain tells me I need to stop. But for some reason, I lack all self-control and don’t click away. Someone knocks on my office door, and I look up, prepared to hide behind my monitor if need be. But it’s just Marissa, and I wave her in. “Oh my God,” she says and comes around to my desk. “Stop watching those clips of dogs greeting their owners after they come home from the military.”

was how I started the analysis. “Huh?” Brennan asked, his brow furrowed when I peeped a look at him. “She’s richer than him,” I stated dryly. Finn, being our money man, got to his feet and wandered over to me. When he saw all the zeros in her account, he whistled under his breath. “Jesus. Wonder if she’d let me play with it. Haven’t fucked with the stock exchange in a long while.” “Married life is slowing you down,” Eoghan joked, but when the two of them glanced at each other, sharing wide grins, I knew they were happy about that.

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.