Fin Ending Novels & Stories

Finn fidgeted with the edge of the table before him as he waited for the system to finish telling him about the second target. [The target name is Franklin, and he is a second-year student. He's the heir to the Franklin consortium, one of the largest consortia in the country.] [He grew up under the admiration of everyone around him...] The system suddenly paused. Finn's brows furrowed. "Continue." He mumbled under his breath. He was getting all the information about the target, and even though he was finding it hard to comprehend what the meaning of the target being a consortium heir was, he still quietly listened.

The name hit me like a punch I’d known was coming. Then the world narrowed: a shadow on the mezzanine, a rifle glint, a voice soft and amused—Finch, in person, with the kind of suit men buy when they intend to sign someone’s fate. “You’re pretty,” he said, as if that was the first and only observation that mattered. He stepped down in the way a man steps into money: deliberate, unhurried. “You made my ledger interesting, doll.” It was the sound of a throat clearing before a sentence that kills. The hunters behind him moved in a clean, hungry choreography. They weren’t here for a fight; they were here to close a file.

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the other driver shouted before speeding away. Finn drew a long, frustrated breath and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. He was exhausted—emotionally, mentally, desperately. He needed this entire process to be over. He needed the properties to be his. He needed the old man’s wealth to finally fall into his hands. But Rafael Caruso was not making it easy.

The fancy bank lobby, with its ceilings and shiny stone columns, did not feel like a bank anymore; it felt like a fancy place where bad things happen. Elara’s breathing stopped for a moment as she looked at the page of the leather book in her hands. The red spot on the paper was not from a computer, it was her blood from when her hand got hurt during the crash. And the text wasn't a software prompt.It was a perfectly executed, legally binding asset forfeiture form stamped with the official seal of her family's ruined estate. ​PROPERTY OF VANCE FINANCIAL GROUP. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ​"Step away from her, Julian."

As I looked at Trey, I felt nothing but absurdity. "But the wolves of the Gram pack never got a chance to regret." With those words, I lifted Dad's bone whistle and slammed it heavily into the snow at his feet. "From today on, you're no longer worthy to even speak my name. You'll live with these wounds and watch the Sawyer pack fall apart. Winterbrook is gone, your reputation is gone, and even the Alpha position you cherish so much will never be yours again."

He shouted the last part so loud that it made me jump a little. "Then you left me with no other option Adriano." I need this to end now. "Mr. Ficco, kill him right now, right here, and I will give 30% of Adriano's shares. 10% bonus." I know how greedy Mr. Ficco is. He can even kill someone for money, plus he has hatred for Adriano about the marriage. I will use his greediness as a pawn and let him do the dirty work for me.

How could they just ignore him? “Fatima. I hope you don’t mind consulting with us about something,” Finral spoke, as he entered the room with a certain device in his hand. With the push of a button, what came out next made her pale even more. “I know what you’re trying to do here, Fatima.”

I added, hoping he may drop the somewhat embarrassing topic of conversation and Dad smiled. “Nothing. Does there have to be something wrong for me to spend time with you?” He said, moving toward the driver seat of the car, as he did so, I could not help but notice Finn making his way to a car, his arm firmly around a beautiful woman, she had the darkest of hair with a hint of red to it, and her big brown eyes were looking up at Finn like he was a god. I think my instinct earlier may have been right.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And