Im Sorry Phineas Novels & Stories

He barely talks though. “I need to go do a school project at my friend’s place,” Philippe stated and cleared his throat. “Is that friend a girl?” Fatima teased while staring at him with curious eyes. “Fatima!” he exclaimed and she rolled her eyes. “Looks like your older brother is flustered, isn’t he?” Timothy giggled and nodded his head. Philippe rolled his eyes before getting up from his seat. “I’m done eating. I’ll go now,” he said and squinted his eyes at Fatima before rolling his eyes.

Mr. Storm These past few weeks have been the most stressful weeks in my life! Miss Gaard may have all qualities for an excellent PA. She is thorough, quick, sensible and independent. But she must be the most bungling person I have ever met. I have no idea how many near impotent situations I have had with a cup of coffee earlier in life, but since she became my PA there have been way too many.

ELDON’S POV “How are you feeling? I was worried when you didn’t answer your calls all day. I even stopped by but you weren’t home.” Phineas is the first to speak to me when I enter the class the next day. I should probably apologize to him for being a jerk the other day. “I’m good. I just needed a break. I think I’ve been working way too hard.” “Well, for good reason. Send me your workout routine.” Chris, Phineas’ friend from the spider subjugation, comes up behind me.

"What, that dead backwater chick over there? What's the big deal? And to demand my niece pay back with her life?" Logan's march was starting to rub Phineas the wrong way. It was as if the young man was defying his authority! "Can you f*cking stay where you are, you little f*ck?" he snarled, raising his hand. Furiously, he roared, "The leg!" Bang! Logan fell onto his right, his hands pressing against his bleeding thigh, his eyes shut tight in brain-searing agony. Phineas nodded in satisfaction. 'There we go!'

“But—” Phin laughed bitterly. “I’m a lawyer, but apparently I have the comprehension of a gnat. I thought that you didn’t want me, Emily. That’s why I said those things that I said. If I’d known that you believed it was because what you told me…” He shook his head. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry. I hurt you, and there’s no excuse for that. I should’ve run after you and explained myself, because I’ve been tying myself in knots over what happened.” “You really don’t care that I can’t read?” Her voice was small, and it broke Phin’s heart.

"Like I—" "Lavender Mavinda!" By instinct, I groaned with annoyance. There was only one bastard that called me that just to provoke me. I rose from my seat and turned around. Strolling towards me was no other than the mighty Phineas, Rominic's best friend and my worst nightmare.

And with the Turnbulls being a dynasty equal in power to Skyblade Dojo, Phineas could not afford to insult them! Rolf kicked Phineas away before hurrying up to Frank. "I'm really sorry about this, Mr. Lawrence. It's my fault for not sending word beforehand that such a serious misunderstanding has happened." Then, turning back and glaring at Phineas, Rolf barked, "Aren't you going to apologize?" Phineas was certainly upset with the turn of events, but his boss had spoken and he had to suck it up.

Yoseph muttered as he pulled out a small brown bottle from the drawer and shut down the computer. Worried about being discovered, I hurried back to my bedroom, changed into a fresh pair of underwear, and sat on the bed, lost in thought. Who was the woman in the video whose face wasn't fully shown? As I replayed the scene in my mind—her being pinned down by Yoseph, driven to the point of losing her senses, and desperately arching her hips—a wave of unprecedented shame washed over me. Even prostitutes wouldn't act so wantonly when serving clients.

“No. Not directly. My name is Phineas.” Recognition was like a punch in the gut. I inclined my head to him. “You have my thanks, Phineas. The work you did, the information you were able to get to us…it made the difference.” I took in his changed state. “I’m sorry about the price.” He shook his head. “I understood the risks. I expected to die, to be honest. For a moment, while he had control, it was worse than death. But I would do it again.”

"Speak." Phineas opened his mouth but had no idea where to start from. He resolutely shut his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I lied." Lewis kept quiet. His icy stare was fixed on Phineas, waiting for him to continue. Phineas peeked at Josephine's legs out of the corner of his eye. Although she had changed into a looser pair of pants, her swollen legs were still faintly visible. Bracing himself, Phineas said, "Madam is wounded, and it's no minor injury."