Flynn Carsen Novels & Stories

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

I hadn't noticed her that first time we were together, and I didn't want to ask if he was using it just now so that the saint would give him the good sense not to be thinking about sinning all the time, as I was doing with him. Flynn started the car and a soft song with a symphony and sensual beat began to play from the point he had stopped when he turned it off, and a woman's voice began to fill the car as she sang about being going crazy for someone, wondering if the person would be the bum wine that would bring her a headache the next day or the person who would turn hatred into From the corner of my eyes, I noticed that Flynn gave me a look of inquiry, as if waiting for me to question hi

I hissed losing my temper with both him and the wretched sunflowers. "Sorry little miss angsty," he grumbled quietly. "What's got your panties in a twist?" "You." A few seconds later we finally reached the edge of the field and escaped the claws of the sunflowers. I looked up as I wiped the sweat from my brow to come face to face with a slender, tall woman. She was thin and bony but muscular and strong too. Her dead straight brunette hair reached the end of her spine and her harsh piercing dark eyes remained fixated on the two of us. Her skin was smooth over the pointed features of her face and she wore a serious, motionless expression. I'd put her around forty give or take a few years.

In the Flynn's house Mr Flynn sat in the living room as he took his time to watch the news today. He had been on a mission and he just came back so he wanted to meet up with what's going on. Right there the screen to the TV showed the latest news about Irene Flynn—his daughter.—IRENE FLYNN IS SAID TO HAVE SLEPT WITH A SECRET CEO TO HAVE BEEN ABLE TO BAG A ROLE IN DIRECTOR WANG'S PRODUCTION. This statement from the presenter made him clench his fist into a ball.

And yet, here he was now, standing in the shadows outside my building, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. I clenched my fists. “How did you find me?” “I’m a paparazzo, Flo,” Flynn said, taking a step closer. “I know more than you think.” I held my ground, my heart pounding. “What do you want?” He lifted his chin, expression smug. “You took a camera from my guy today. I’m just here to take it back.” “Well, since you know everything, you should know I gave it to Mason.” “No, you didn’t…” he stepped closer. “It’s with you because you can’t trust Mason. Think I don’t know about your divorce?” he laughed. “So. I’ll take that with me

Zoe Mug of steaming coffee in hand, I wound my way back to Isaac’s laptop. With an empty purse and a repair bill for a Jaguar I-Pace winging its way to me, I can’t afford coffee, but I can’t afford to not job hunt, nor will my finances stretch to reinstating my home internet service. On the slim chance I avoid jail time, I owe Isaac a class trip, Bella a school dress and I need new shoes. I googled Greyson’s fancy car. The eyewatering starting price stands at eighty thousand dollars. My house isn’t worth eighty thousand dollars. I can only imagine the horrific repair bill. The custom made watch he sported wasn’t much cheaper.

“You did this. You sick psycho. You—” Flynn grabs me from behind, locking his arms around my waist. “Kaya, don’t.” “Let me go!” I try to twist out of his grip, but he holds firm. “Flynn, let me go, she burned my car.” Riley smirks. “Aw, the little coder is throwing a tantrum.” My blood spikes. I jerk harder, but Flynn pulls me back until my feet lose grounding. “Don’t bother with them,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “People like Tom and Riley come to their end on their own. You don’t need to get dragged into their mess.”

Finally, Flynn spat out her next words with venom, "You're going to regret wearing those clothes. They don’t belong to you; they don’t even fit you properly." A smirk crept across my face as I slid into the plush leather driver's seat, feeling an illicit thrill. "Oh, I'm really quaking in my boots, Flynn. You very well know they do." As I cranked the engine to life and eased out of the parking lot, Flynn’s furious expression dwindled in my rearview mirror, leaving a strange mixture of exhilaration and guilt in my chest. I was acutely aware of the risk I was taking by driving Ian’s car, but the open road beckoned to me with an irresistible allure; I craved the freedom it promised.

It was all meaningless. Just then, the door swung open again with a loud thud that made me jump. Carsen reentered, and if I thought his aura was dark before, it was even darker now. His eyes were like chips of flint, his jaw tight. He looked ready to physically throw me out. “You don’t have any right to demand a second chance, Damien.” Carsen’s voice was low, dangerous. “Besides, do you plan on making Adrian a side piece? Your dirty little secret?”

A psycho. A glint of madness danced in her eyes as she waited, daring one of us to speak up, to challenge her twisted authority. None of us did. We knew better by now. Any resistance, any objection, would only bring more pain, more suffering at her hands. So we stand in fearful silence, our minds reeling at the horrors that surely awaited us, the cruel games of life and death she had devised as twisted entertainment. Yet amidst our hopeless case scenario, just then, Killian whispered something that made my mind spinning again, "Ruby, listen. I still have the key to the car. We just have to kill this old hag and we can leave the arena through the secret passage you had known..."