Finn From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

His breathing got shallower. He turned. Faced me. Our cocks bumped. Slid together. Eyes locked. What the fuck are we doing. The words stayed locked in my head. Never came out. Water pounded the tiles. Finn turned back and kept lathering himself up with his ass jiggling forcing me to stare at him. “For a bloke you got a proper banger of an arse mate. Fucking stacked. Double caked up like you live in the squat rack.”, I said.

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.”

Even James stood statuesquely still, eyes wide. “No. Fucking. Way.” Colin said after long moments of silence. He straightened and he and James dumped their rods then together, made their way towards the bar, finally seeing how serious their friend's situation was. They sat, flanking his brooding frame as they each ordered their own drinks before settling into a comfortable yet slightly tense silence while nursing their drinks. Occasionally, Colin and James exchanged glances over their friend's hunched figure, shooting each other questioning looks before Gabriel finally groaned loudly, aware of their shenanigans.

He stuttered, “T-this is just... a misunderstanding...” His coworkers who had spoken up for him moments ago shrank back, not daring to make a sound. Phoebe, however, was still unable to read the room. She shoved through the crowd with her hands on her hips. She asked arrogantly, “And you are? Some two-bit actor that Elsa hired? With a security detail? Nice try.” She looked down her nose at him, her voice dripping with disdain. “Don’t think you can intimidate me! My uncle is Victor Grant! One word from him, and every one of you will be behind bars!”

Finn muttered, then turned on his heel to head towards the punching bags. I held my hand down to Drew as he rolled over and said, “Thank you.” “For what?” he asked, as he grabbed my hand and pulled himself up. “Because of your ridiculous show, Finn actually called me Luke instead of fucker.” Drew brushed the grass off of himself with a smile and a shrug. “Well, you know me. Always happy to help.” “You can help your ass over to the punching bag, then!” Finn yelled. “Of course, your highness,” Drew said with a bow of his head.

First Time My brows furrowed because of confusion “Are you serious?” “Yes” he answered “How are we going to escape?” I asked him again “I will call my friends, they will helps us because if they wouldn’t I will drop a bomb” he said Drop a bomb? What does he mean? He brought out his phone and dialed someone’s number, he called many times and finally someone answered it “Fuck North! Look what time it is. It is already 8pm for fuck sake!” the person from the other line cursed so much that is why North turned his back to me

he said gently, "We've just had some ourselves." She raised an eyebrow, "You have learned something?" she asked, seeming surprised, and Finn shook his head, giving a short laugh. "No, I don't think so," he said, "It was Yannick, from Silver Waters. He certainly made some wild claims, but.." he trailed off, watching her reaction, which seemed annoyed. "But you are sceptical?" she finished for him, and Finn nodded.

Even Elder Ruvan leaned back slightly. Darian’s face stayed expressionless, but his jaw clenched. Elder Moren frowned. “You claim the Beta made no attempt to see to your well-being?” “None,” Laura said firmly. “He locked my father away and let him rot.” A long silence followed. Then Elder Moren gestured to the guards. “Bring forth General Thorne.” General Thorne stepped forward, limping heavily. His face was pale, eyes sunken from his time in the dungeons. But when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of a soldier.

the man thundered. They rose quickly, their hearts pounding. The man motioned them to sit on a cut-off tree trunk inside the hut. Slowly, they obeyed, sitting stiffly, afraid to breathe too loudly. The man finally spoke. His voice was deep, slow, and heavy with meaning. “I know who you are. Mitch Jones. Lucille Clinton. I have heard of you both. I have seen your pup too.” Mitch and Lucille frowned. His words were like a riddle, confusing, unsettling.

She had already given half of her assets to me during the settlement agreement, and now, after getting sucked dry by Devin, the company was plunged into a financial crisis. She was kept busy on her toes, overwhelmed with work, and as such, Tammy wasn't exactly having an easy time either. What should have been a harmonious family was now falling apart and thrown into chaos. … The new semester started, and Daryl's school was organizing a student performance. I encouraged Daryl to try out for the singing performance. He had been improving massively at school lately, and his language skills were also getting better as he lost his thick countryside accent. He did still need a bit of a confidence