Finn 100 Novels & Stories

While Annie is engrossed in the love and hatred intertwining in the movie's main characters, a rhythmic knock on the door interrupts her thoughts. "Sofia, are you available? Can you help me with something?" Finn's voice came through. Annie quickly rose from the bed and opened the door, nearly having a nosebleed at the sight outside. Finn had just finished showering, wearing only a white bathrobe. Perhaps because he couldn't see well, the bathrobe was carelessly tied, revealing a hint of well-defined collarbones and a substantial chest. The intense scent of shower gel filled the air, blending with a masculine and alluring aroma that was particularly captivating.

MATEO When I wake up, Kieran’s gone. I don’t think much of it – today we have a match against our rival school, Milton High. It’s the first one of the season too, so the pressure’s on, especially for Kieran. He’s our star striker, whereas I’m only a defender. He may be barely 5’4”, but he’s the fastest player on our team. If anything, his height is an advantage, as most opposing players don’t think much of him until he’s quite literally stealing the ball from your feet. He’s fearless like that – utterly unafraid of collisions since most people will back off at the sight of him flying at them.

Finn is roughly in-between my size and a large sized werewolf. My wolf stretched our neck and shoulders high into the air towering over Finnley's inferior wolf. She scowled into his ice blue eyes and curled her lip over our giant canines as she snarled and snapped at the pup. Finn's wolf instantly lowered his body down towards the floor and bowed his head showing us his neck. He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. I chuckled as I heard him gulp when my wolf began to stalk closer to him. His eyes said it all, he was clearly thinking that he was way in over his head.

“Don’t worry. We will.” *** Reeva It’s only my second time traveling to Celestial Pack, and I can’t help the happy tingles pulsing through me as the scenery rushes by. Finn wasn’t able to meet me personally, so he sent a car for the ride to his pack, which is closer to the northern foothills than Earth Pack but still bordering the ocean. Finn’s home is inland, where green rolling hills are dotted with oak and maple trees, with purple wildflowers bordering the roads leading into the city.

It appears as though Finn and I have vanished. Handguns, Dan liked to say, were for self-defense; rifles were for fun. Upon witnessing his impressive gun skills at the range, I pulled Finn aside to ensure we got Dan the greatest present possible for his twenty-first birthday. That is the origin of the McMillan TAC-50 rifle, which cost us about ten thousand dollars. Even Finn seemed impressed with what Dan could do with that rifle. Eight European sports vehicles are racing in our direction. personalized wheels. windows with tints.

“I’m sorry! Mr. Wynn, please, have mercy…” Trey chuckled. That wicked grin on his devastatingly handsome face made him look like a devil in disguise. With a lazy drawl, he asked, “What was it you said? How much was that outfit?” Finn stammered miserably, “It was expensive... ten grand... no—thirteen thousand and six hundred dollars.” Trey chuckled. “Oh? I thought it was half a mil. Turns out it’s just a rag worth a few thousand. Bring me some red wine.”

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

"Professionalism." "Gross," says Bex, and goes back to her rows. Finn comes through the front door at nine like the world’s on fire. No grin. Phone out. He cuts straight across the gym floor, and my stomach drops before he says a word, because Finn moving without stopping to chat to everyone he encounters is a five-alarm sight. He turns the screen to me, low, out of the kids' eyeline. A community post. SHARE PLEASE. A photo of a guy, nineteen maybe, wearing a gas-station polo. He’s holding up a fish in the picture.

"You’re saying we register her." "I’m saying you go to Coach Diaz tomorrow morning," Finn says, leaning forward, his voice dropping into that serious, deadpan tone he uses when he's setting up a play on the ice. "You tell him you found a private tutor. You tell him she's keeping you eligible, and because you need daily sessions, you’re providing room and board as her compensation. You get Coach to sign off on the paperwork, and you file it with the athletic department. It becomes a sanctioned, university-approved arrangement."