Fin Movie Ending Novels & Stories

Adrian stood at the center of the crowd, the regret in his eyes impossible to hide. The media surged forward. "Miss Warren, what prompted you to make the decision to call off the engagement?" "Was it the financial state of Cole Group, or the involvement of a third party?" "Is Zoe Bennett the third party mentioned?" ... The noise was overwhelming. Watching Adrian's face grow paler by the second, I quietly left him the last shred of dignity. Under the blinding flashes, my thoughts drifted back to that year. Adrian had attended a yacht gala with Zoe, who had taken my place. I had been stopped cold by security, left standing outside the yacht, exposed to the night wind.

Fin immediately dropped his gun, "There. No need to shoot anyone." She pointed it back at them and I placed Renato back in the crib. "I should kill every one of you!" "Jodie. Come on. This isn't the way to do this." I said. She hadn't taken her eyes or gun off of Gianni, "You think you're so special because he chose you. Because he kept choosing you. Well, you know what? Let's see how you feel knowing you caused his death." Everything happened at a speed suddenly. The gun went off and I screamed, Fin jumped.

“Yet you’re still talking to me.” I shoved another chip in my mouth to shut him up, eyes fixed on the screen. The movie ended in a blur of smoke and gunfire. Credits rolled across the screen, but neither of us moved. The storm outside had quieted to a steady patter, the kind that lulled the world into uneasy silence. Caleb’s voice broke it.

Silence fell heavy enough to hold. Matrix crouched, hand pressed to his shoulder, blood spattering his palm. He watched Finch with eyes that had nothing left to do with calculation. Guilt or relief—something like both—tore across his face. He looked at me then, and the world split between two different means of breaking. “Finish him,” one of the hunters snarled, stepping forward with a rifle butt. “He’s the prize.”

If he didn’t find the right ending Melissa would never be free of it, would never get what she wanted. She was counting on Jimmy to provide the final cut and free her. Could she have chosen a worse person? The Tailor had advised him to find whatever it was that stopped him from ending things. Jimmy hated endings, they brought only pain and loss. Jennie’s death was the perfect example. That had been a sudden and irrevocable ending, with no doubts or hope of continuation. There was nothing ambiguous about it. One moment Jennie was in his life, the next she was gone, along with any chance of a future together.

You end up with the Redmoon Prince, and Fin stuck with Meredith. Nova: Is this a game of musical chairs? Elle: The only scenarios I haven't seen is Jax rejecting you or me rejecting Cael. I guess if we're calling spades here. I've also never seen you ending with Cael. I've never ended with Fin or Jax. Elle and Nova stood up and walked back to shore, both wringing their hair. Elle picked up Cael's sword and her dagger. Fin had already picked up the bow and dagger that Nova left.

I pressed my face against his shoulder and felt the exhaustion of the entire night settle into my bones all at once now that it was safe to feel it. We stayed like that for a long moment. Then he said, quietly, into my hair: "Finn is dead." I pulled back enough to look at his face. "Not from my hand," he said. "The damage. He had been running on nothing for too long and his body just... stopped." He held my gaze. "It's over." I waited to feel relief but what came instead was a heavy exhaustion that had nothing happy in it. I thought about the sounds that had come through the stone walls of the vault all night — the fighting, the alarms, the particular silences that followed certain sounds.

I glanced back at Halle and Hazel, who were now still, then back at Finn, who appeared to be calm under this man. “I am fine, Bella,” Finn mind-linked me, but I knew he wasn’t. “If this is the end, then I want you to know that I love you,” he said to me, and I shook my head. It was a win-win situation for him. If he died, he would reconnect with his mother, but he wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was giving in too easily. “Finn, think about Kai. What would he do if you die now? Please, you have to fight,” I said to him.

I try to defend. “No, you didn’t. You planned to reject our mate before you ever met her. You planned to rip out her heart and pretend she didn’t exist. You made the decision, and the plan was to hurt her and keep her alone. So, you could bang everyone. Well, your brilliant plan backfired, didn’t it. I’m happy, I’m marked, I’m mated, and I am in love. You two ever get a second chance, I hope you cling to it with all you have,” Finley picks up the pieces of my bed and throws them out of the open window into the dumpster below. “Clean up the rest yourself, assholes.” Finley storms away and I am left with Carter, who look absolutely bumfuzzled.

He picked up the Desert Eagle on the ground, squatted down, and directly pressed it to Finn's forehead. Philip said, “Mr. Saunders, is money more important than your life?” Finn trembled at the feel of the Desert Eagle against his head, his legs and feet going weak unconsciously. He could read the killing intent in Philip's eyes! At that simple eye contact, Finn watched as Philip slowly pulled off the safety latch. At this moment, the last trace of his resistance was completely gone. “I… will sign it.” Finn hurriedly knelt on the ground, leaned over, and picked up the pen to sign the document as his right hand trembled.