Finn From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

"What Ivanna said is right. Finn has had eyes for you since high school. He studied hard just to keep up with you. He was a rebellious child, but he buried himself in his studies. He’s always regretted not being able to go to the same university as you despite his best efforts. “He came back to Gerby after graduating from university because he knew you were coming back too, but then you had that accident. "He’s always believed you weren't insane. He tried his best to find a way to get into that psychiatric hospital to find you, but there were too many people in the Chandler family’s pockets, and Byron almost crushed the Bullock family. He had to stop fighting publicly, but he never gave up.

I fire back, continuing on. I hear a deep chuckle, then a door opening. “I'm waiting for my sister to bring her ass out here. She's a waitress at this shit hole.” He points to the place beside me. “Your turn.” “I needed to get away. I started walking. I got lost. I figured if I'm already lost then there is no point in stopping.” “Kind of a fucked up philosophy, but who am I to judge?” He says. He looks me up and down, his lips quirking in a smile. “The names Finn. Davenport. What's yours?”

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.

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.

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.

“I promise to tell you the whole story some day but today . . . can today just be for us?” “Of course it can!” I responded immediately, relieved that he was so invested in our bond, even if that feeling of foreboding didn’t completely fade away. “But I want to know you, Finn. I want to know all about your life in the years I’ve missed. Can you at least tell me where you were?” “Sure, I can do that.” A proud grin lit up his face. “I went to my aunt and uncle’s pack, Crimson Moon. I’m their Beta!”