Finn Adventure Time Face Novels & Stories

He exhaled, gently walk back to the cozy bed that called out to him. Suddenly, his iPhone rang again. It was a FaceTime! “FaceTime?!” Adrian exclaimed. “FaceTime! FaceTime!” He chanted running around the room, looking for a cool T-shirt. He threw on the T-shirt and completely forgot to check his reflection on the mirror before answering the phone. “Hi…” he blurted. The screen cleared up, revealing Heather’s cute face. “Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Act cool” Adrian silently sang, amidst stifled breath.

Looking at the person with a flushed face and a wide smile, it immediately turned small when I saw the person I had collided with. "Hey there, Little Bunny" ---

Rhea “I want to choose you as my mate at the celestial bonding. Will you accept it?” I stare at Finn speechlessly. I keep wondering if I heard him right. He wants me, an ordinary human, to be his mate?? “Finn… I don’t understand…” Finn steps closer to me and pulls me aside so whoever is walking by won’t see us. He clasps his hand gently on my face, raising my head up to meet his gaze. In this position, we’re so close that our bodies are almost touching. His hair has been cut shorter now so his face is completely bare and intense. Finn is a beautiful man. He’s handsome but in a different way. In a sweet way, unlike Adrian, whose lethal looks arrest you the moment you look at him. Adrian’s loo

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

I turned my attention back to Finn, gently kissing his soft cheek. "No one is ever taking Mommy away from you.” Finn blushed furiously, his shy smile melting my heart. His sweet expression had the receptionists squealing with delight. "Finn! What’s your favorite color for a potato sack?"

Finn. Standing there, his hand raised, like he’d stopped mid-knock. He scanned Alice, then me. When his eyes landed on my face, he blinked, and for a second, I saw his confusion. “Who are you?” Alice snapped. “Wait.” I stepped forward before she could say anything else. “He’s—he’s Arthur’s beta.Finn.”

“Please, I just want to thank you properly. And maybe… well, maybe we could be friends? I don’t have many friends here, and you seem really brave and kind, and—” “Finn,” I interrupted, opening the door a crack. “You don’t need to thank me. Anyone would have done the same thing.” His face lit up like I’d just granted him his dearest wish. He was bigger than me, with messy auburn hair and freckles scattered across his nose. There was something endearingly earnest about him that made it impossible to be annoyed. “No, they wouldn’t have,” he said seriously. “Most people would have run away. But you stayed and pulled me off from the fire, even though you were scared. That was really brave.”

It was such an odd thing to know about me. “Research on you,” he chewed on his bottom lip. “What?” I chuckled, breaking the new toothbrush from its packaging, “Did you hack my a****n account?” I began brushing my teeth, but after a few moments of silence, I turned towards Finn, who had a sheepish look on his face. “You did… didn’t you?” “I suppose the toothpaste was a bit too specific not to get called out on, huh?” his eyes darted to anywhere but mine, but I was… surprised, in a good way?

Carter was, well is, very aggressive. Finch lets out a low growl at Anderson and my prolonged eye contact. I roll my eyes at him. “Did you seriously just growl?” I ask. “What are you, 12?” Finch narrows his eyes at me before taking a tray out to the grill. I watch him leave and, oh, that man’s ass is a work of art. “So, should we call you Mom?" Finley asks, with a smirk. “Sure,” I shrug. “Or Ari, which would be less weird.”

m. The phone screen lights up again and a square blue box pops up on the screen. A notification Finn has ten new text messages. I can't see who they are from or what they say from the type of notification he has set up, but it must be important. "Finn," I quietly call his name into his ear and nudge him. The room is still dark, so I feel rather than see Finn come alive with small flutters in his body. "What time is it?" He rubs his neck and his hand passes the drool spot. "My neck is killing me." I can't see it, but I swear he smirks at me, and not over the hurt neck.