Finn's Dad From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

she winked at me but I hesitated to share her enthusiasm with her. How could I be happy that my best friend's dad, who slept with me and then brushed me off like I was nothing, was now my boss? Worse was, I couldn’t let myself get upset or fidgety because it was my secret. Absolutely no one could know what happened between me and Sebastian. “Yeah. More advantages for me” I fake cheered and my mum opened the door to leave but remained in the doorway. “Your breakfast is on the dining table. You should eat before you leave” she told me and I gave her a thumbs up.

“Welcome back, young howlers!” A boyish voice boomed as soon as Richard got out of the car. “Did you manage to fully win over the future Luna?” The CEO was still helping Oliver out of his baby chair, but Darren and Ludwig were already telling the Fenrir about their valiant trip to the hypermart and ability to do chores. Favian simply ignored the teenage version of their guardian god and dragged his suitcase for unpacking. He left the casserole from earlier in Richard’s hands.

No, I have to think up a believable story that will pique the twins interest without giving away the truth. I stumbled over my words while attempting to sound credible, "Sweetheart, your father is... um... a wonderful man who lives far, far away. He's a brave adventurer, exploring the world and making new discoveries every day." Finn's eyes brightened with excitement, yet a trace of disappointment appeared on his face as he glanced up at me.

His gaze lingers on me for a brief moment, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest at the sight of his piercing blue eyes. "Hi, Dad," Natasha greets him, breaking the silence. "We're just putting the finishing touches on everything." "Excellent," Noland replies, nodding approvingly. "I'm glad to see you all working together so well." His gaze flicks over to Tristan, and for the briefest of moments, I detect a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Tristan's been an enormous help," Natasha quickly interjects, anticipating her father's unspoken question. "He came by to support me and offered to lend a hand."

Oh God Ash! Edina exclaimed as we entered my room. Ooo what! I replied looking at her innocently. She looked at me with eyes that screams l really don't know you. You have been rich all these years but never uttered a word. Before dad rose into that position of the wealthiest man in the country, it was your dad on top.lt never came into my mind that Mr. Warren is your dad. Tell me how did you manage to conseal that from every one including me? She asked. I thought that we were best friends. She added frowning as if remembering something. Okay l knew from all the stuffs you had back then that your family must be well off but cheiii It's beyond that. She went on to say.

I said. Finn didn't say anything. Troy closed the door and started to drive. As I lifted my head and watched Finn, my heart sank at the sight of his handsome face contorted with anxiety. His chiseled jawline, once a symbol of strength and confidence, now trembled with uncertainty. His piercing blue eyes darted outside the window as if he was searching for any signs of danger. "Finn, my Father is a very powerful person. No one in this Kingdom will dare to hurt us," I drew myself closer to him, trying to offer him some sense of security.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

He asked to the youngest. "No." She uttered with her little innocent angelic voice. He smirked. "Hear that, Ez? I'm not ugly." He proudly told Ezra while wiggling his brows at her and turn his gaze back to Finley. "You my tall tiny beautiful lady, is your Dad's favorite girl." He chuckled and pinch his daughter's cheek. "I know that Daddy. Your look is as good as Gollum, Daddy." Finley added that made his Dad give her a deadpan look and a laughing Ezra.

After their explosion, I hoped to infuse the moment with a semblance of normalcy again. He eyed my hand warily, briefly glancing at Knox, who loomed nearby, before his fingers hesitantly met mine. "Finn," he stammered, "My name is Finn." "Okay, Finn," I continued, trying to keep the conversation light. What do you do here?" "My mom's a healer, and my dad's a warrior. I just... uh, go to school right now." "Do you go to school with Cassy?" I probed further, looking for any thread that might lead us to her. "Of course," Finn replied, a hint of pride in his association with her.