Finney X Robin Novels & Stories

I had sent him a digital origami rose that morning, a silent promise that I was still his sister, no matter what happened tonight. Then, the announcer’s voice cut through the music. "Representing the SYR Group: Mr. Finn Dalton and his fiancée, Miss Jenna Rossi."

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean?" Chuckling at her childishness she grumbled under her breath. The rest of the night went by without much drama and Robin thoroughly enjoyed her time there. She even managed to get contacts of people to work in collaboration with. Never did she think there would be a positive to coming to something like this. "Agh, I am spent" Robin cried falling onto the covers of the bed. She watched as Ethan began unbuttoning his shirt undressing his top half, she turned when he started on the bottom still too shy to see him naked.

His large, sapphire-like eyes brimmed with tears, and his golden hair stuck messily to his forehead. I walked over quickly, ignoring the surprised looks from the people around me. I crouched directly in front of him, reached out to ruffle his blonde hair, and asked softly, "Finney, are you okay?" Finn's eyes immediately turned red. "I... I'm fine." He lowered his head, somewhat at a loss, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice. "I'm sorry. In combat class today, I was the one who hit Rowan first." As he spoke, he raised his chubby little hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. Just then, his sleeve slipped down, revealing dark red claw marks on his forearm that cut deep to the bone.

“It’s my fault. Can you tell me your name?” “I’m Sally.” Rob hugged her. “Sally, I’ll avenge your mother.” At that time, I did not know what Rob meant. He asked the nanny to cook, and he had a candlelight dinner with Fiona. “Rob, have you forgiven me? I promise I’ll be good,” Fiona pleaded coyly. Rob poured her a glass of wine and said, “Why would I blame you?” They clinked glasses before finishing the wine in one sip. Then, Fiona held her hand against her chest as she collapsed onto the floor.

“You're lucky you're single and don't have to deal with the complications of marriage.” “Rob,” I reminded him. “Okay. You're right. We're not here to discuss personal issues,” Robin said. He looked at me intently. “By the way, what's your relationship with Darcy?” “How's the construction of your new clinic going?” I asked, changing the subject. “You attended Errol Fiander's party twice, and both times with Darcy Bailey.” Robin didn't give up. "Are you close to her because she's a dancer at your club?"

"Oh my goodness, Finn!" He laughed and she pulled him into a hug. "Renée. It's so nice to see you after a long time." "It's been what? Two years?" Finn nodded. I noticed the bright and genuine smile on their faces. It was so beautiful to see. I stood there, fiddling with my fingers till she looked at me. "And who is this beautiful lady standing beside you?" Finn took my hand. "This is Scarlett Cobbs. She's my..."

“The ones showing Rowan and Ophelia seem like they were trying to help her. Then there is the odd threatening one showing her standing by the cliff… Damn, I have nice back muscles.” “Do you have a serious bone in your body?” Finn snaps. “Only one,” I wink, catching the blush that paints his cheeks. “He’s very serious about getting back home to breed his pregnant future wife.” “I’m not even going to comment on what you just said,” Finn shook his head, returning his attention to the screen. I decided to play with him, knowing damn well he needs to relax or he’s going to send himself into a spiral. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” I lower my voice to a raspy whisper.

"Right! If she joins us, we could learn a thing or two!" Robin looked at me, and his lips twitched. "You're good," he uttered and smiled. Hiding the joy of hearing his compliment, I smiled and said, "Your turn." He smirked and also pulled ten arrows. My eyes narrowed as soon as he released the arrows. They flew at fast speed with great accuracy, and with the strength he used, I'm afraid I'll lose. This scumbag has talent, I see. With a loud bang, all ten arrows hit the target board's bullseye and even made a hole in the board as all the arrows struck deeply. Robin's ten arrows even destroyed the one I used.

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."