Finny If He Had Been With Me Novels & Stories

"Mom, don't scare her." Finn put on a fake show of stopping Connie, then turned back to me, softening his tone. "Rosaline, I really have no other choice. That money… They'll make sure I'll never get back on my feet." The drug was slowly wearing off. Feeling returned to my limbs; my tongue finally started to move. I drew in a deep breath and forced out a hoarse but clear sentence. "Get the hell away from me!"

I say but I don’t look away from Finch. Finch raises one eyebrow in question and a smile breaks across his face. “How do you know?” He smirks, knowing the answer. “I bet if I had talked to her this morning, Juliet would have told me sooner,” I smile, and we start walking toward each other. “At least she got one night with Duke,” Finch says as we meet each other in the middle of the galley style kitchen. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a minute before it happens again,” I smile, throwing my arms around his neck.

I was now acting like a fish out of water, this was really to much. "Does mother Pauline know?" I couldn't help but ask, did she know some all these year and I hoped she didn't. It would hurt a lot if she did. Mr Rogers looked at me with a delicate expression on his face "No " he whispered and I sighed out loud before taking my seat once again. I couldn't help but lean back in shock and wonder, I kept struggling all these years when am this rich. "Mommy left all this for me" I whispered more to myself than the person I was talking to.

“You’ll be there, won’t you? You’re his Beta and his best friend. Without you and the people we love, it just wouldn’t feel right.” Finn didn’t blink. His face gave nothing away, but I saw the faint tension in his jaw. “Of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t miss it.” She smiled, pleased, then turned back to me. I forced a small laugh. “I thought it would just be us,” I said. “Under the moon.”

she gasped, sitting right next to me. “You don’t think he will do it?” I asked her and she shook her head. ‘I know he loves you, but who knows what a mate bond can do?” She shrugged her shoulders. She was right. What if he changed his mind>? I should have gone with him. To make sure that he understands it’s her or me. “You know what? Let’s chat later” I pushed myself off the rock, making my way to find him. I rushed down to the lakeside where I saw him going earlier. “Finn, where’s Aymeric?” I asked.

"If you hadn't been there, I would have lost it." "I know." I agree. "Always thinking with either your fists or your dick." "Hey!" "It's true," I point out with a shrug. "Are you okay?" "No. Are you?" "No." He blows out a breath, before coming over and wrapping his arms around me. I feel my body melt into him as I hug him back. "He won't get to us again," Finn promises me. "I hope not. He said..." I trail off, realising that I shouldn't have said anything. I mentally face-palm myself.

This picture would be worthy of a spot on my wall if it wasn't also the image responsible for shredding my heart. How could it possibly be true? There is so much wrong with the article. There is so much wrong with my life. It can't be true. How could Finn forget to mention he has a few million... no billion dollars in the bank? How did it go on for so long? Why didn't I question anything? What should I have questioned? How many signs did I miss?

That Erin hadn't of gotten hurt. What I didn’t expect was to hear Finn say he wished we weren’t mates… I mean… What the fuck is that? Where did it come from and why now… After all these years of us dancing around the bond, why now? “I can practically feel your thoughts,” Finn peeked around the corner of the walk-in closet. “How?” I mutter. “I’ve got a block up.” I tipped back the bottle of whiskey, swishing the bitter liquid around in my mouth before swallowing.

What… what if I kill him? I nearly passed out at the thought. “Finn,” I whispered, my hands trembling. “What if—what if I lose control again?” His expression softened, but there was an unwavering certainty in his voice when he spoke. “Then I’ll bring you back. Every time.” A single tear slipped down my cheek. Because deep down, I wanted to believe him. But something told me… this was only the beginning. “Trust me, love. I will bring you back,” Finn stated, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath warm and reassuring. His gaze met mine before he kissed me.