Finn Hudson Novels & Stories

Her smile is filled with scorn as she utters, “What could I gain from him if I stuck around him when he was as poor as the rats in the sewer?” Kristel doesn’t understand Fiona’s statement. She glanced at Galvin, and the guy smiled faintly. “Don’t you know? Hudsons is about to declare bankruptcy. Unless your family helps Hudson, and Galvin must have been looking for you so he could take the 20% shares in the company under your name.” “What?” Kristel was in disbelief, listening to everything that Fiona was disclosing.

Alessandro asked, looking at him sternly. "My name… my name is Hudson." He stuttered in tears as sweat dripped down his face. "Would you want to fix what you did?" Alessandro asked as he lit up his cigar. "Yes … Yes, I'll do anything, anything at all, please don't shoot me." Hudson replied, fear written all over his face. "You're going to work for me. I will tell you something, and you're to tell them exactly as I said, the same way you leaked the first information to them, you're going to leak this one to them, then report back to me." Alessandro said firmly.

It wasn’t something I did gladly, but I had to be sure they could be trusted. Three of the four passed the Elder's tests. So now it was time for me to question them one by one. A man named Hudson was up first. He was my age, a tall man with long dreads in his black hair. He was mated and had a small child. The man had an impressive aura coming from him, but from what I’ve heard, he could be really sweet too. His dark skin and even darker eyes matched his wolf. When Hudson shifted, he was the darkest wolf I had seen, and at night, that was a real advantage.

The only person that made me forget about Ryder Saint for one time. I spun around, and yep there he was. Just I had known. Finn Anderson. He leaned casually against the hood of some sleek black car, a smirk dancing on his lips, messy blonde hair falling into his blue eyes. His hands are shoved into his pocket like he's on a style mission. He looked… hot. Kissable.

"You were my most trusted right-hand man, you betrayed me." Hudson says with his finger pointed down. Ryan shakes his head while chuckling very dryly. "I loved you like a brother, and you were spiraling down and she was scared of your wrath." Oh my God. He lowers down his weapon and glances back at me with tears in his eyes. "That's who Hudson Scott is." He says while tucking his gun back inside his pants, he grabs the bottle of whiskey and drags it alongside of him as he climbs up the stairs.

No difference, a replica copy of the other and the original design draft cannot be differentiated from the duplicate. There was a grave silence in the auditorium. Somer Tony went pale on his seat. He should have known, he should have recognised her as an evil pea. Why was she fired from the Hudson's holding if she was so adequate as an employee? She had brought them to a ruin. What on earth can he do now to salvage the situation? A broad smile appeared on the face of Chase Hudson. He was excited. Finally, Hudson's holding has won again and added more reputation to itself.

Hudson lingered near the buffet, his fork frozen halfway to his mouth as a passing nurse whispered to a colleague, “Look at that man. God bless his kind soul. He generously donated for the operations of the poor and needy… and look at him—seriously, he’s gorgeous.” Ryan, ever the instigator, nudged Hudson. “I told you, man. If I were single, I’d climb that tall drink of a man without a second thought. And honestly… I am straight but still might if the opportunity arose. Don’t you want to a bite of that hot stuff?” Hudson’s cheeks flamed. He dropped his fork and muttered, “Ryan, stop. This is professional. I—” Then Hudson froze for a heartbeat.

She pointed out that Hudson had been at Ewing's manor and claimed he was far too buried in territory business for romance. Scarlett was livid. If Bria weren't a Nixon princess, Scarlett would have unleashed a snarl that would have echoed through the valley. Biting her tongue, Scarlett retorted, “Hudson is the High Alpha; he works for our future. As his Luna-to-be, I simply ensure the hearth is warm for his return.”

Sean Hudson, POV I am Sean Hudson, and I am 24. I am currently taking care of my company, SE & Sons, which I and my best friend Eric Johnson started from scratch five years ago, and today we are one of the leading companies in America with various branches all over the world. Apart from this, I am the CEO of Hudson Inc., and my father wants to retire as soon as possible. As the only heir, I must take responsibility. I am clever, arrogant, and manipulative. That is what people say about me, and somehow, it is true.

“I don’t know; like, I really need to marry your brother; I’m afraid if he finds out—” “He will understand; Hudson is crazy about you. He doesn’t even care that you have a daughter.” “Yeah, he must be bad-looking.” I joked, but really, the last time I saw Hudson was when he was very young. He didn’t grow up here; he studied and worked abroad, and from what I hear, he was very successful. Not only was he the heir to the Frost, but he had multiplied the Frost and had made his own, so technically he was richer on his own, but why was he single?