Finn From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

No Announcement It didn’t arrive all at once. No single moment where everything changed. No clear line between before and after. Just— small things, stacking quietly. They didn’t go back inside right away. Not because they had a reason to stay out— just because no one suggested leaving. Finn had found a stick. Which, somehow, had become important. “This is a weapon,” he declared. Liam didn’t even look at him. “It’s a stick.” “It’s a balanced stick.”

The three of us along with our warriors keep plowing through them surprisingly effortlessly. I receive a link from one of my warriors that he has Theo and Finn, along with the baby and others in the bunker. The waves get stronger as more rogues flow through. I keep feeling Finn trying to reach me but ignore him knowing he's safe.

“Listen.” Anna put her ear closer to the device as Paul played it. “Yes Finn, just do this for us, for the team… you know I really love you and I can’t watch that evil lady bring you down, she can never bring you down.” The recorder went off. Paul sighed. “I think Finn was part of a club or something and they saw you as a threat.” “I think you’re overthinking this Paul,” she stood up. “Finn had only one job and that was the one I created for him, the brewery job.”

Scott shook his head. “Then at what stage do things get ‘interesting’?” He asked again. “The interesting part comes in even before this whole Londyn situation.” Scott said. “Benjamin’s financial records are very suspicious — round number transfers, off-shore accounts, shell companies — I’m no financial expert, but knowing Benjamin, something fishy is definitely going on.” I bit my lip. Couldn’t you get a warrant?

Finn's POV (Special Chapter) I am the shadow to his sun. The echo to his roar. I am Finn Lancaster, the spare, the afterthought, the one who learned to move silently so as not to disturb the precious heir’s training. Ronan never had to learn silence. The world bent to make room for his voice.

__ After some talking and feet dipping in the stream, everyone went to Toby's porch to sit down since Beth wanted to give her mother some privacy after upsetting her. ___ Toby went into his house and brought out some cold beer as he said, "Let's have a few of these! “ Finn grabbed a beer from Toby as he asked him, "Where are you from? “You have a country bumpkin' accent. " Toby laughed and replied, "Alabama! I sometimes forget I have an accent until someone mentions it." Beth then scooted next to Sunny and whispered in her ear, "Finn is kind of cool. I like him. “

An impolite lot, Rudy Rude asked, “I’d like to know Mr. Martin’s apartment?” Fidel was irked by the rudeness, so he returned the rudeness in his reply. “Should I know who’s asking?” Rudy Rude sensed the tone in the older man’s voice, so he answered with a big lie. “It doesn’t matter but we met in Bangkok.” “Well, I’m sorry but I can’t tell you that, mister,” Fidel forced a smile. Rudy Rude pulled his Beretta and pointed it to Fidel, threatening. “How about if I put a hole in your head with this?”

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?”

But the truth was, Sunny was alone upstairs—there was no one with her. "Oh, poor Sunny? She's on the second floor, someone's playing with her. Send the money first, and I'll tell my people upstairs to stop," Finn said in an authoritative voice. After a heated exchange, Maddox finally sent the millions Finn demanded. A smirk spread across Finn's face—finally, he had money again. A hundred million might not be much for someone like Maddox, but for Finn, it was enough. Ventura was like a living ATM. Once Maddox sent the money, Finn set off a bomb outside the building. Just one minute.

“Damn…” “Yup,” Finn said, popping the ‘p’. “That’s why the pay was so juicy. You’ve been booby-trapped, sweetheart.” His words echoed in my ears. YOU HAVE BEEN BOOBY TRAPPED.