Finn Hudson Novels & Stories

Urging him to go to his father, Arabella watches as Hudson rushes over to be picked up into Gael’s arms and placed on his lap. Gael takes out the headphones, letting the apartment be filled with his brother’s voice. “ whoa, he’s big, Gael,” His brother gasps. “Gavin, this is Hudson. Tiger, this is your uncle, Gavin. He’s my older brother.” Gael explains, holding Hudson close as the boy stares wide eyed at the screen. “ Hi Hudson. It’s nice to meet you,” Gavin says. Arabella tries to stifle her laugh when Hudson waves awkwardly in Gael’s lap.

His assistant trailed closely behind. “Sienna Blake.” The man greeted me warmly, extending his hand. I shook it briefly, glancing back to where Ethan and Candice were still caught up in paparazzi flashes. “My name is Trevor Hudson.” He introduced himself and I had to fight my eyes from widening in shock. No freaking way! Trevor Hudson? The three-time Executive of the Year award winner? I couldn’t believe he was speaking to me directly. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Hudson.” I said, managing a composed smile despite my disbelief.

Sienna Storming out of the white house and onto the large oval gravel drive, I march straight into the solid wall that was a man’s chest. “Ouff!” the wind was all but knocked out of me, as I visibly rebounded off of the man in question. “Apologies, Luna.” He dipped his head, and stepped to one side.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

29, 1999, Essex, England Address: 15 Guild Street, House Number 43, Windest Road, Chelsea, SW10 Via Fernanda Caracciolo 23, Milano Mobile No: +1 270-5283-4061, +39 338 123 2367 Bank: European Chartered International Bank, 43d King's Rd, London SW3 4LX, United Kingdom. Standard European Bank Limited, Romano Building, Via Mike Murerò, 13, 20328 Milano MI, Italy. Acct. No.: 98793: £ 15.43 balance £ 213.37 balance Social Security No: 973-35-4290 Occupation: Undergraduate Student, University Of Milan. Criminology/Social Justice Major GPA: 4.0 Prior Education: The Hampshire High School Employment: One-Shot Photography Studio, Milan Father:

He is working for Hudson. Shit!!!

Jake “You’re sure about this?” Jake looked down at the printed document again, wiping a hand over his face. Hudson grinned and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Hamil’s been doing this for a long time. If he says that info’s legit, you can bet your left nut it’s legit. I’d bet your left nut.” Jake grinned. “Why not yours?” “I like my balls where they are,” he said. “You know, Hudson, that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

I knew that he didn't want that to happen. Sienna’s voice was calm, even, but sharper than any blade. The way she looked at him, at the man who’d started all of this, who’d hurt so many, who’d shot her sister, it was colder than anything I’d seen in her eyes before. I’d seen her strong. I’d seen her scared. But I’d never seen her like this. Not until now. And god help me, it made my chest burn with pride. It made me want to show the whole world that this was my Luna. It made me regret every moment that I lived breaking her.

“We’re about to have more company. In three, two, one…” Just as he finished counting, the doors flew open with a thunderous crash. Jake. He stood there, towering, more beast than man, his skin a dark grey and his eyes burning with fury. His scent was that of unbridled rage, raw and terrifying. “Ah, there’s the Lycan I’ve been waiting for,” Zion said smugly, his hand tightening around my waist. “Come, we’ve been expecting you.” Jake took a step forward, his every movement radiating lethal intent. But he stopped short when Zion’s hand wrapped around my throat. “Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you, little brother.”

Hudson rushed down with the hundred million dollar contract in his hand. “Pre… President.” Ford was stunned. He felt his mind exploding. “Let me ask you, do I have to get your approval as well before giving Miss Zea a loan?” The veins on Hudson’s forehead were popping. When he was on his way downstairs, Hudson had heard half of this conversation. It had frightened him so much that his body went weak. A holy being like Tyr Summers had brought his wife here to get a loan. This was Hudson’s greatest chance to get into Tyr’s good graces, so how dare this Ford Jensen tried to humiliate the holy being?