Finn 100 Novels & Stories

I aimed the helmet camera at the fuel gauge, letting the shocking numbers come into full view. The voice over the comms was unnervingly calm through the thick smoke. “This car is the team’s Endurance King. “The tank is twice the size of a standard race car, and a blast would be just as big.” There was a pause in the breathing on the other end. Both of them clearly thought the same thing. “You guys want to guess… “How far can I push it before it blows?”

Niam said to Finn. Finn was obedient. He went into Niam's room and had a long refreshing bath. After that, he returned to the room where he picked a white shirt from Niam's wardrobe. "Is this okay?" Finn asked with a slight frown on his face. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but wonder if this was right. The shirt was bigger than him, and the collar had dropped down his shoulder, revealing a large expanse of his neck and chest, almost revealing his pink nipples.

I mean, after all, who can say no to free buffalo wings? I normally would not be this late. In fact, my office hour ends at 5: 30 pm. The only reason I ended up missing the last school bus today was because Kent Huron kept badgering me in and after my office hour for more scores in the seminar I TAed this semester. [1 hour ago, the Huron Building] “Miss Irwin, you can’t fail me!” “Technically, I can, Kent. I am your grad instructor. For every time you fail to show up in my discussion session, I deduct five points from your attendance score. Your grades will be doomed if you missed the class for more than 8 times. Simple rule, easy math.”

It wasn’t too obvious, as the setup made it seem like Finn was actually in the building with them. He even demanded a check from Maddox, but to his surprise, Maddox had an e-verification ready. Finn needed the money for an upcoming illegal transaction in another country, and he wasn’t going to let Maddox ruin it again. Now, with an expert hacker by his side, they could mislead Maddox, ensuring Finn remained untraceable.

I am standing near the kitchen tents with Tessa, organizing the lunch rations, when a tiny snowball suddenly splatters against the back of my thigh. I turn around, completely shocked. Little Finn is standing ten feet away, wearing a bright red knitted beanie. He has his mittens covering his mouth to muffle his giggles, quickly trying to pack another snowball together. "Oh, so it's war, is it?" I gasp in mock outrage, dropping my clipboard. I scoop up a massive handful of fresh powder, hastily packing it into a sphere, and gently toss it directly at his boots. Finn shrieks with absolute delight, scrambling behind one of the massive truck tires for cover.

Making sure that his hands were putting his legs into place. Finn seizes a chunk of his hair as his body keeps on reacting on Boone's lips. "I'm almost...there...ahha...Bo...one almost...there." He peeks at the guy that is busy stimulating his member. Seems not listening to his banter. "Boone...aahhh...I'm cum...ming ah!" He continued to move his head. This time it was much faster. Finn gasped. His stomach clenches at pleasure that he's giving him. When Finn could feel that he's about to released he pushed Boone's forehead to avoid him taking any of his liquid. "Boone, no...I'm cumming...nnnnggmmn. Ahhhh!" But Boone has another plan on his mind. He set both of his hands on his rear back and

“Marcus, what are you so smug about? You weren’t even with Ruth for a tenth of the time I was. I’ll prove to her that I’m worth more than you!” “Oh?” Marcus replied coolly. “I shall wait and see.” He took my hand and brushed past Finn without another glance. That night, I received a video call from one of Finn’s friends. “Uh… Ruth,” the guy said awkwardly. “Finn insists I show you this. Please don’t hang up right away. I’m begging you.” On the screen, Finn stood by a river. It was the dead of winter. The wind was biting, yet he was wearing only a thin layer of clothes.

And after days of sweat and exhaustion, any place with buffalo wings and karaoke will do. Cabins buzzed with movement. Twenty athletes—girls and guys alike—were rifling through duffel bags and swapping shirts, trading running shoes for sneakers that actually matched their outfits. Someone was blasting early 2000s music from a portable speaker, the kind of songs everyone knew the lyrics to even if they'd never admit it. She wasn't usually one for team outings. She preferred to stay in bed with N*****x and nachos, but even she could feel it tonight, that pulse of excitement in the air.

Finn yelled, his face flushing a violent crimson as he tried to take a step closer to me. "Father, don't you see what she's doing? She doesn't care about the company! She's just using your influence to humiliate me because I broke up with her!" Knox took a single step forward, his towering alpha presence completely crushing Finn’s remaining composure. The sheer dominance radiating from my partner made the surrounding crowd instinctively step back, leaving Finn isolated in the center of the floor. "You will adjust your tone when speaking to my partner, Finn," Knox murmured, his velvety voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration that carried a deadly promise.

He has a very high pain tolerance. The paramedics arrive, then. I step back and hug my arms around myself as I watch them. "Who have we got here?" the lady asks me. "Finn," I quickly reply. "Finn Collins." "Finn," the girl says to him as she squats beside him. "From one to ten, ten being the most painful, what number are you feeling?" "Eleven," he croaks out. "Give me the green whistle," she instructs the man beside her.