Finn From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

Finn’s body was stiff behind me. Unknown: How dare you? Unknown: WHORE Unknown:(Photo of Finn and I at the arcade) Unknown: (Photo of Finn and I walking down the street) Unknown: Homewrecker Unknown: You’re wasting your time. Unknown: You’ll end up a charred pile of bones just like the last one. Unknown: (Photo of Finn and I in the booth) Unknown: (Photo of Finn and I kissing in the booth) Unknown: You’re not good enough. Unknown: You’re never going to be good enough.

Moe wants to answer it for him but Finn was fast to grab it from behind and answered the call. “Hello? Who’s this?” Finn’s voice was croaky. If you didn’t know that he was sleeping you would mistake it for being drunk. The reason why Boone became agitated was that he thought he was drunk again. “The hell, Finn. Are you drunk again?” he yelped on the other line. Finn wasn’t able to hear his whining because he already fell into slumber again.

His teeth were bared, just a fraction. "My mistake," Adrian said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "If the pack changes, get my number from Reyes." "Yeah. Get out," Finn muttered. He didn't look away until Adrian vanished into the crowd. Finn’s shoulders remained tight, his spine a rigid line of aggression. "You want to date that hack?" "No." Finn’s posture slumped, just an inch. "Good. He’s a bottom-feeder." "I gathered." "Worse than an arrogant star?"

The guy turned a glared at Finn and fired at him, "Who are you to talk here? Are we friends?" "I can't be friends with you, you can't even make a clean lie." "Shut the fuck up, you asshole! I was not talking to you, was I? Now be a good nerdy boy, you are, and go and suckle your mother's fallen boobs on your table." Finn smiled at him and said, "My mum's boobs are dry and cold, I would rather go for the youngsters' own. Have you tried it before?"

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

was how I started the analysis. “Huh?” Brennan asked, his brow furrowed when I peeped a look at him. “She’s richer than him,” I stated dryly. Finn, being our money man, got to his feet and wandered over to me. When he saw all the zeros in her account, he whistled under his breath. “Jesus. Wonder if she’d let me play with it. Haven’t fucked with the stock exchange in a long while.” “Married life is slowing you down,” Eoghan joked, but when the two of them glanced at each other, sharing wide grins, I knew they were happy about that.

I want to show them how unhappy I was with everything going on. " Wear this, and hold this in your right hand" she said. I nodded my head and held the beaded ropes in my right hand. I walked out of my room with a fake smile on my face. I needed to let everyone know that I was okay with it even when I was far from being okay with it. The door to the big hall opened for me. It was under the cold light of the council members. I looked to the other side and saw my council members with Father in the midst of them.

“Not a single moment of fear. I will control this. I will fix this. I will protect her—even if it kills me.” The phone buzzed. Another alert. A subtle, deliberate leak on a secondary financial channel. Emma testing, probing, measuring my reactions. I frowned, calculating. The counterattack had to be immediate, invisible, flawless. My fingers flew across the keys, commanding, redirecting, isolating. Each move a silent shield, each decision a sword guarding her from harm she would never know.

"Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..." "Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?" Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?" "The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said." His face went rigid. "Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

"You aren't going to be looking in that direction, are you?" I nodded. His fingers tipped my jaw and he placed a kiss on my lip, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw my legs around his waist. Hearing the window wound down and a cold breeze hitting my back, I stared at him in panic. "What the fuck are you doing, Finn?" "Giving him a show," Finn replied, his tone husky. "Don't turn back, okay? We're going to fuck while he watches us both to the point of being uncomfortable. Then no one would tell him to mind his fucking business."