Finny From If He Had Been With Me Novels & Stories

Alqamar is surely there, but…Fin were always there to hear me. “You know me too well, huh?” I joked a bit and sat down in out of the chairs. He cocked his head to his left and smiled a bit. “I’m here to listen,” he said and stared at me. Tears quivered in my eyes. I feel like, finally, a family is here, ready to listen. “I…want…him back…” my voice shaken as my tears flowed in my eyes. Fin’s eyes softened as he looked at me. He stood up and hugged me tightly. For now…this is what I need.

"In my heart, you will forever be my true mate—Beatrice was my goddess chosen mate, and all she wanted was my powers. But you, Maya, you're different—you sacrificed your powers to save me out of love." I nod and slump against him, wanting to hold him forever and never leave, although I'm already fading. "You remember everything?" "I do," Finn says, hugging me to him. "The sprites showed me everything—they were there from the start to the finish line, rooting for us." "Rooting for us?" Finn grins, showing me those sharp canine teeth. "I was rooting for us too." His happy, gorgeous face brings tears to my eyes. "Don't forget about me," I whisper with my palm pressed to his cheek. I'm bleeding

Finn was the obstacle on their path of romance, he sadly contemplated. He lowered his voice and sighed deeply, and his mood followed suit, sinking into a profound sadness. By the time Keelin returned with the porridge she had prepared for Annie, she walked in on a scene where Annie was peacefully asleep on the bed and Finn sat there in silent contemplation, his complexion ashen, as if he had just experienced an enormous shock in his life.

It was as if the world had slowed down just for us, allowing this perfect moment to unfold. But then I saw him—Finn. My eyes widened in horror, and I internally cursed my luck. Finn, of all people, had to show up now? Cole’s memory was already shaky, and Finn was the last person I wanted him to encounter. I tried to think of how to steer us away, but it was too late—Finn had spotted us. A sarcastic smile curled on his lips as he walked toward us, his presence unsettling. “Ah, the woman I loved and the man she left me for,” Finn sneered, his voice dripping with bitterness, the same bitterness that had plagued our final days together.

Finn is the one to answer my two questions, “We had to get you alone and for what we want, your defences needed to be down to accept it and being in here with his scent around you was the only thing I could think of that would have a big enough impact on you for you to lower them enough…” I move quickly, walking over and stopping just in front of him. I then surprise him as I fling my arms around him and hug him tight. It has been a while since I have seen him or Ali, Queen Isabelle, always made sure that I didn't, even while helping Ma'am Eve. I whimper and sob into his shoulder, “I miss him, Finn…” Finn just holds me for as long as I need before he pulls back. I then take a deep breath as

He turned to me and extended his hand, his palm open, waiting. I hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough for the room to feel that beat of reluctance. But I took it. His fingers closed around mine, and he gently pulled me to my feet and toward the center of the room, where the lights felt warmer, brighter, like a stage being set. “I just want to say,” Finn began, his voice loud enough to carry across the room, “how grateful I am. To be here with all of you… and especially with Maisie.” He looked at me and flashed a smile at me.

“So does that mean you’re just going to walk away?” “What other option do I have?” Finn replied when Jack handed him the beer. “I’ve never seen her like that. I mean, I’ve seen her angry and upset and drunk, but I’ve never seen her look at me so coldly before.” “I warned you this would happen,” Jack said. “Just couldn’t fucking help yourself, could you?” Finn said, sipping his beer. “Just had to get an ‘I told you so’ in there.” Jack shrugged. “What are friends for?”

“But don’t trust her, and don’t go to her quarter until I allow you.” “Okay.” Finn stripped his cloth. “I need to bathe. Do you want to join me?” “Sure.” I took off my clothes, and together with him, we took our bath. The next day. I woke up with Finn beside me. He was peacefully sleeping. I caressed his face. My eyes shone with happiness. This is my mate, the person I could spend the rest of my life with. “Finn.” Someone banged inside the room. “Who are you?” she yelled, demanding an answer from me.

It did not seem sufficient now. Finn was looking at me from the bed with the trusting expression of a child who believed his father knew what to do. There was one choice. I picked up my phone and called Angel.

Even without any romantic attachment, I didn't want her to get hurt. Half an hour after I asked Bianca for help, I suddenly saw a photo of Finley and Joyce on Instagram. The photo was taken at an airport, and in it, Joyce and Finley were embracing and holding hands. The caption read, "I'll always be there for you. I love you the most." I couldn't define what I felt—irony, absurdity, even disgust.