Finn: Character Novels & Stories

Finn stirred weakly, his cheek brushing against a warm chest. He painfully opened his eyes, and his blurry gaze settled on a familiar face... Niam's. He tried to push him away, but his weak arms only rested on Niam's chest before he fell back to a deeper sleep. Finn felt too exhausted. [DING! FIRST TARGET'S FAVORABILITY +20] [FAVORABILITY: 40] [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST] Robotic voice sounded in Finn's ears, but he only hummed in response.

"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

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.

But then he continued, “Memory loss and insanity aren’t the same thing. I believe you call it ‘apples and limes,’ yes?” “Oranges. Apples and oranges.” His speech pattern was an odd mix of formality and slang, which just added to the weirdness. “Who are you?” He stopped pacing and looked slightly shamefaced. “Sorry. I’m Finn. Well, Finn. The Lycan warrior. Friends of Alpha Ethan and his brother Vergel. You must remember us, I mean, yeah—But if anyone here knew that, they’d rip me to shreds.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment to register. As her jaw dropped, he held out a hand. “So let’s just go with ‘Finn,’ okay?”

I was almost driving him out. Finn walked a few steps towards me, and tried to pull me, but I dodged immediately. With both hands hanging in mid-air, he begged, "Charlotte, I know your name is Charlotte. Charlotte and Caroline, I and Jessica gave the names of you two together, we... " "Are you going to recall how you cheated my mother?" I directly interrupted Finn's recalling. Finn did not say anything more and said to me, "You're right, it's all my fault. Can you do a bone match test for me? If the match is successful, I will make a will, and I will give half of my inheritance to you!"

"Darling Tove, can I have some of your meat, darling?" "You'd best be chatting about the bacon I can smell, Dracealina, or we're going to have some more words," Finn said as he walked around the corner. His Irish accent a song on the morning currents of air conditioning. He wiped sweat from his face and neck with a towel. His towering height put my six-five triplets to shame. The man had to be close to seven feet tall. And considering Drace was just an inch shy of my own five-ten, they made an odd pairing. Which didn't even take into account their personalities.

“I guess the order doesn’t matter too much. We’ll all have to complete the same tasks.” “Except for that last one,” he frowned. Finley had tightly curled light brown hair, and deep-set hazel eyes. We’d spoken a few times before, and had been sparring partners on a couple of occasions, but I didn’t know him well, exactly. He was young enough that he hadn’t filled out yet, and as such had gangly arms and legs that seemed too long for his body. He was bright, and sweet, and the few times we had spoken it had been about the mate bond.

I said as I checked his profile photo and some of his pictures more closely. Jaxson's eyes were raised to me with an arched brow, which grabbed my attention. I waited for him to say something, but all he did was look directly at me for a few seconds before returning his attention to what he was doing. [Hi! Catt!] “Catt?”I recited after reading Finn's message, giggling. He quickly messaged me after I accepted his request. And he called me Catt, which was more pretty funny. Finn is a social butterfly.

His expression suddenly darkened, and he pushed her against the wall. "Penny, if it weren't for him liking you, I could kill you right now." Penny's neck was squeezed by him, making it difficult to breathe. She frowned at Finn. Finn's appearance was different from Caleb's. Caleb looked noble, while Finn was utterly cold and ruthless. There were few rumors about him in Imperial City. Apart from his close relationship with Caleb and a few others, he almost exclusively dealt with cold weapons. He seemed like a weapon himself, devoid of any warmth.

Of course, Finn also knew the door passcode too. After the door was unlocked, Vanessa entered. There, she saw Finn, who was already inside. He was as handsome as ever, with a tall bridge nose, black hair, and almond-coloured eyes. Not only that, he was pretty tall– let's say, almost taller than Xavier who was also tall. And compared to Xavier who had black hair, brown eyes and a cold face, Finn has a friendly-harmless face. “Wow, I didn't expect any of this, Finn. How and when did you clean the whole cyber cafe?”. Vanessa questioned before she used one of her fingers to touch the table that was closed to her. “Wait, why is the secret lair still dusty?”.