Finn From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

As if I couldn't be more frustrated, my phone kept going off in my pocket. Talia: Nemi, are you coming back? I started cooking some food for the party. I hope that's okay. Declan: Hey Hotness! You're late to your own party! Talia: Declan's here, he brought booze ;) Talia: Nemi, are you okay?

scampering up and away, slamming the crown of my head into the wooden headboard for good measure whilst shoving my silken top back over my chest. Finn sat up on his knees, hands raised in surrender. “Whatever, sorry. Got it wrong. Most girls go nuts for that throat shit.” “I’m going to get some water, I think you need to get back to-” “To being your fucking babysitter, I know.” Finn snarled sarcastically. Then he rolled over to the edge of the bed, making me bounce all over again as I adjusted my red silk top back down. From feeling brave and ready for anything, the whiskey had turned against me.

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?

Fists and kicks rained down on him mercilessly. The once-proud Alpha shrank into the filthy mud, crying and begging for mercy. Bit by bit, Jack endured every ounce of humiliation and pain he had once inflicted on others. This would be his hell, every single day for the rest of his life. … Once everything with the Nightfall pack was resolved, spring came to the Silvermoon pack, warm and gentle. With the snow melting, Benjamin and I strolled through the hills behind the pack territory. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and fell to one knee in the grass. Then, he reached into his coat and pulled out an exquisite ring.

Maybe bonding with my elder sister when we'd both grown up was the better option. Because this? I'm not all about that life. Knox is the first to break the staring contest. With his hands still tucked in his pockets and in the calmest voice, he says, “No cream, Bunny. Black is fine.” I glance at Finn, who’s adjusting himself back toward the center of the bed with stiff, jerky movements. “Don’t worry about me,” he says, avoiding my eyes. “I’ll just have Jell-O.” I look between them—Knox with his unreadable expression and Finn hanging his slinged arm at a new angle, like it hurts more than it did before I stepped out.

And then he sees Tori, loses his train of thought, and walks into the door frame. Actually into it. Bouncing off as the crate hits the wood. The drinks survive out of pure luck. "Hi," he says. "Hi," says Tori, in the voice she uses on things she's deciding whether to dismantle. "Finn." He shifts the crate to free a hand. Lifts it halfway, then drops it like he’s forgotten about it. "I'm Finn. I work. Here. At the gym. Where we are. Apex." "Smooth," says Dax, utterly delighted by this thoroughly awful turn of events.

“Thank you for rescuing me. You didn't have to put yourself at risk for me.” Finn stops walking and turns to face me. He reaches out his thumb and brushes my cheek gently. “I’m just repaying the debt, Rhea. You saved my life when I was dying from that poison. I wasn't going to leave you in that cage to die.” I take a deep breath, feeling a bit more courageous. “So…who exactly are you, Finn? I know you're a wolf, but there’s more to it, isn't there?” He smiles at me, though the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Well… my full name is Finley Stone, and I was once the Alpha of the BlueThorn pack. A pack that is just as big as the famous moonshade pack.”

“You skimmed two percent from north dock cash twelve out of fourteen days. You borrowed from Rizzo on a Tuesday and paid him back on a Friday with interest your day job doesn’t buy. Your brother’s a hole and you decided to refill him with our money.” Eddie’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. “It was… temporary.” “Everything is,” she said, and stood. The bruise under her eye had yellowed to a sickle moon. The butterfly bandage on her cheekbone looked decorative in this light, like a choice. She stepped forward until the toes of her boots met the edge of the light’s circle and the rest of her fell into the same plane as Eddie’s fear. “Do you know what a hole does when you pour good water in

Too quiet. Then a howl. Small. High-pitched. Joyful. Finn had found his voice. Marta's face softened. Rue stopped pacing. Caleb looked up. Knox smiled. It was a rare thing, his smile. It made his cloudy eyes look almost clear. "He's going to be fine," Knox said. No one argued. Finn shifted back at dawn. He stumbled out of the trees, naked and shivering, wrapped in someone's forgotten jacket. His hair was a mess. His face was smudged with dirt.

I nodded, but it seemed the question was answered soon when I noticed something: a word, carved on the concrete, etched deeply by what seemed like the nails of those trapped inside. I felt my heart break at the thought of their sheer desperation to escape. Whoever owned this cabin was one seriously messed-up individual. “A-,” I muttered, making out the first letter with my keen vision. Allen. I turned to Cade, my eyes wide, and he looked back at me with curiosity. “Mr. Winters,” I whispered, the realization washing over me.