Finn And Poe Novels & Stories

Zayne purred, coaxing me with his thumb rubbing circles around my tight ring. “Are you speaking from experience?” Finn snapped, almost sounding angry. “No!” Zayne almost shouted, startled by Finn’s tone. “I just know it will because we are mates and we’re meant to be together this way.” “Good, because your virgin ass is mine!” Finn returned, sounding placated by his response.

Theodore pointed back to the direction Finn walked out from. “Excuse me, Theodore?” Finn took a step back, his brow raised. Iris opened her mouth to speak but Finn held up his hand. “We both know that he was poisoned and needs maximum rest…” “Shut the fuck up Finn! Shut the fuck up!” Walking towards Finn again, Theodore hissed in a low tune, “you think we don't know what the both of you are playing at, huh?” “Theo!” Iris whisper-yelled but he waved her away.

There are only two people who are parking in this slot. ‘And that man is Finn, Zion’s father.’ I stayed in my place because of my position as the secretary of the manager of the Fantell. 'I had to greet this old bastard. Tssk.' After parking his blue car, Finn hopped down and met my gaze. Although he is an old guy, Finn has still the face that can grab any women's eyes. He has brown hair, sharp gray eyes, pointed nose, thin lips, sculpted jaws and beard on his chin. He has wrinkles under his eyes, both side of his nose and his neck. However, there's no doubt that he is the father of the handsome Zion.

"Ah, Finn. Come meet Simone from Lowry, Lowry, and Fink." My heart skips on the name. It's not a common one, but it surely can't be the Finn. Finn as in Finnegan, the owner of Dragons Reborn. Finn, best friend to my beach fling, can it? His black suit is similar to what everyone wears tonight. I'm stunned speechless as I reach out and shake his hand. I'm not ready to meet Trey or any of his friends yet. There's barely been time to formulate my "accidentally meet Trey in the city" plan. It can't take place in a ballroom with three hundred other people.

"My name is Finn. I'm not sure how old I am in human years, possibly in my later twenties? Anyway, I live in a magical forest, and my favorite food is hum-... Uh, apples." "You were going to say humans, weren't you?" Finn snorts. "Maybe." When I shudder at his answer, he speaks again, probably worried that I'm now even more afraid of him. And I probably should be—the man eats my kind for dinner, and yet I'm calmer after hearing him speak. Also, I have this weird sense of déjà vu, like I've heard the name Finn mentioned somewhere before. "I can eat other things, but lately, I've had these annoying people attacking me out of nowhere, and I might have eaten a few of them, which triggered my ins

I walked towards them, carefully watching as their expressions changed with every minute. "Hello sweeties." All four of them jolted as if they had been brought back to reality. "Did I disturb something?" I asked. "Not really." One of the boys with Cole and Miranda spoke up. "Goodday ma, I'm Finn, Cole and Miranda's friend. You must be their mother." "Yes, I am." I said to him. "Nice to meet you too Finn." "And I'm Pedro, Finn's twin brother." The other said, getting to his feet. "Nice to meet you ma'am." He said extending an arm.

A fire roared in a central pit, casting dancing shadows on the faces of the people waiting for me. Peter Holloway sat on a great chair of antler and dark wood. He looked older up close, his face a topography of old violence, but his blue eyes were as sharp and pitiless as broken ice. To his right, standing with an air of nervous energy, was Finn. My heart gave a treacherous, hopeful leap before I stamped it down. Finn was here. That was part of the plan. Our plan.

"But Finn is not those people. Finn is a seven-year-old who told Parliament that Uncle Callum earned his position and that earning matters more than being born to something. He is not the tool they are trying to make him." I think about Finn, who arrived three days ago and who looked at everything in London with the quality of someone for whom everything is new and therefore everything is interesting, and who sat in the shelter courtyard and counted the pigeons and told me their specific flight patterns, and who has Cormac's jaw in the way that I have Valentina's eyes, which is to say something of someone who is not here is visible in someone who is. "We're both supposed to be something," I

“Now, let's have a match“ In that short moment I held eye contact with Gayla, I read his mind. His next move was to speed behind me and attack from behind. Gayla acts on it. Moving around behind me to attack with a kick but I caught hold of his leg just in time and knocked him out to the ground. Turning to face Finn, I noticed his match with Sheena was over as well. She'd been defeated. That left just the two of us. “Took you long enough to defeat Gayla“ Finn says with a smirk plastered across his lips. “I don't know what it is with you Taylor brothers and putting up a show. That little fight of yours was dragging out too muc-“ “Save the chit-chat and come at me, Finn“ I interrupt. “Let's en

Todd mutters, stage-whispering for my benefit, and the smallest boy cackles like he’s heard this fight a hundred times and still votes for mom. The boys line up without being asked. “This is Mason,” Todd says, patting the oldest’s shoulder—twelve, maybe, all elbows and a new voice he’s not sure how to use yet. “Then Connor—” the middle one gives me a solemn nod that says I’m monitoring this situation for fun and science “—and the little tornado is Finn.” Finn bows and immediately bumps his head on the corner of the salad bar partition because physics exists. He bounces back up, unbothered. “Do you like meatballs?” he asks me, grave.