Finn X Marceline Novels & Stories

said Finn's best friend, Dan. "Who am I to refuse? That's an opportunity," Finn responded. He also wanted power—the kind that would put him in control. Without hesitation, he immediately started small, but soon, luck was on his side. He even brought in an investor from abroad. As things progressed quickly, Finn noticed that his best friend Dan had a desire for Sariel, his niece. He chose to ignore it, even though Dan had already started assaulting her. Finn didn’t care; he had no sympathy in his heart; because Dan was his friend, he valued him more than his niece, who had never helped him. However, Finn had no idea that one day he would find out that Sariel had killed Dan. How dare she? She

I said, shrugging my shoulders. When we made it to the lake, Marlo crashed into me. "Hey, buddy!" I said, stopping to meet his eyes. "Hi, Matilda!" He shouted completely ignoring me. "Hey," Matilda shyly replied. "Do you want to swim with me?" he enthusiastically asked. "Okay," she agreed. "I guess I wasn't standing here," I chuckled as Marlene approached. "I totally think they are best friends or mates," Marlene laughed. "That would be nice," I smiled. "I'm so happy to see you again," Marlene said, embracing me. "I heard about Marlin. That asshole! The whole situation had me shaking in my knickers in anger every time I would see those two together," I hugged. "I'm getting better every day,"

Finn was a mess after finding out that Cathleen was married to none other than his uncle Xavier. Everyone in the knight’s family dreaded Xavier, but he was willing to do anything to get his jewel back. He left his villa and headed to his uncle’s villa. Upon arriving, he parked his car outside and rang the doorbell. Olivia Williams, who was downstairs, offered to open the door. When Olivia opened the door wearing nothing but a short nightdress, Finn’s lips curled into a smile.

There was no way she was going to leave Lucy here at the mercy of these animals. Lucy saw her out of the house, she was not allowed out of the house so she stood at the threshold and waved goodbye to Olivia as she approached the gate. Something drew Olivia’s attention to the second floor and she saw Stacie and Xander staring down at her. Stacie had a victorious smile on her face. She had finally won, she thought. If Xander could reject his own mate then he was definitely going to marry her. Xander locked eyes with the young girl below him. There was something in her stare. A yearning for him. She was calling out to him but he couldn’t go to her. He had built up a wall in front of himself so

My eyes turned to slits as I glared at her in annoyance. "Eileen, I don't know what you told them. But you should know that Killian wouldn't fall for it. He isn't Gabriel," The last line seemed to anger her, the veins on her forehead popping. She stormed towards us, flashing her phone at Killian's face. "See! This is Ruelle's true colors. She goes out and sleeps with men while pretending to be a good wife at home," Eileen screeched and I frowned in displeasure. The video was taken earlier today after the competition, it was me in the alley pressed up against a man

Marcel had then taken the moment to excuse the both of them and left with go finance. And Brynn had begun to see that he liked Marcel, and now how easygoing he was; he was quiet most times, cold even, but she could see his high heart, especially the eyes he cared for Alyssa, who was clumsy. The moment they left, it made Brynn realize that she was sleeping alone with Killian. She had to busy herself with packing all the things that had been used and loading them in the dishwasher. But she could tell and feel a gaze that followed her every move until she was downloading the dishwasher and putting the cake away.

Liam opened his mouth, but before he could form a single word, my gaze snapped to Marceline. "You," I spat, my anger redirecting itself at the woman watching us with a small, knowing smile. "You've gone too far. It wasn't enough for you to sneak around behind my back and meet with my brother in secret, but now you’ve loaned him money, too? Who gave you the right to do that?" Marceline didn't react or try to defend herself. She simply watched, and her silence only enraged me further. "You’re despicable," I seethed. "Manipulating my brother, pulling him into whatever twisted scheme you’re running—"

"Simply... the final period is precisely primed to initiate." "But my bladder demands a transit." "Withhold the execution until the final acoustic horn," she pleaded, and Val stared directly into her features. For what underlying reason was her behavioral frequency projecting such a bizarre, anxious metric? Finn glided back onto the frozen ice surface, his protective helmet held loosely in his left hand—that was the exact microsecond Val extracted a flawless, unobstructed view of his facial architecture, logging the severe dark bruising of a black eye encircling his orbital socket. "Oh my god," he vocalized to Mariana, his voice dropping into shock. "What specific violence transpired?"

Xander explains. Finn stands up next to Xander and I notice the difference between the two not for the first time. Alpha Xander is huge, tall muscular with brown hair and brown eyes but compared to Finn his stature is small. Finn is a good few inches taller and a lot more built than the Alpha, with pale skin, violet eyes, and white hair like me. I feel so tiny standing next to these two that I take a step back feeling overcrowded. “Well, I will leave you to it, mom is making her famous souffle tonight for dinner,” He rubs his hands together “and chocolate cake for dessert” and waggles his eyes. “I should go see what she needs help with.

I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo. “Hey man, thanks.” I say. He takes his headphones off. “What?” He says. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? It was all you dude. You just had to be confident.” Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. “If you need me, I’m here.” He says as he is about to go back to do another set. Before he starts his set I interrupt. “Wait, can I get your phone number? It’ll be cool to hangout sometime.”