Phineas Flynn Novels & Stories

"Now, let's go. I don't want Ximena to wait." We walked outside of Flynn's house where the driver was waiting for us. A couple weeks ago Flynn bought a new mansion and he told me that I was the first girl he brought here. I was flattered. The house was a beautiful two story mansion with an absolutely amazing spiral staircase and a gorgeous library with hundreds of books. The house was big, it could accommodate at least thirty people. There was a backyard, a swimming pool, a cinema, a basketball court, and so much more.

With that, the pensive atmosphere fizzled out. ‘I just realized that I only know the barest minimum about you. Care to share, Mr. mysterious?’ Clarissa remarked with a mouthful of cereal. ‘and this time,’ she continued, ’No, real estate hullabo.’ Flynn swallowed nervously as he scooped a spoon of cereal into his mouth to stall for time. He had a few seconds to decide something that could make or break the trust she had for him. He chewed the soggy cornflakes slowly, contemplating his next move.

Though it was true that money could make one bold, Madam Robinson’s actions were akin to rubbing Flynn and his wife's faces in the dirt and then stomping on them. Fiona was so moved that she didn't know what to say. However, when she glanced at Flynn and his wife, she saw that their faces were ashen with embarrassment. At that moment, Gabriel and Tessa walked in. Gabriel, having overheard the conversation, said, "How can you accept Grandma's money?" Flynn quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Fiona, even though you are Grandma's god-granddaughter, you shouldn't be too greedy." “Flynn is right. Although three million isn't much, when you return to the Darwin Family, we will give you more. If we give

"She is tough. And you should know your best friend's pack better than me. His pack is elevated. They will be fine." Flynn twisted his head just enough to look at me, his eyes narrowed. "Are you sure? Because his packhouse also flooded in my vision." He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "And… from what I saw, someone died. Someone close to him." I stilled, my blood turning to ice. "Who?" Flynn's voice was barely a whisper. "His son."

His reputation had already been ruined by Santiago. Flynt treated Santiago like a dog. He didn't fight with Santiago then. For the sake of Jepherson's reputation, he didn't put Santiago within his sights. For him, Santiago was just a mad dog that bit people everywhere. He didn't have to stoop as low as the mad dog.

I shake the thought off before it can go any further. Flynn isn’t Noah. He can’t be. He’s a construct. A data-fed miracle. There’s no explanation for this, no logical one. So I tell myself the truth I want to believe. It was just a glitch, a mare coincidence, a mid programming in his software. Nothing more. Buzz. My phone lights up, a message from Flynn displaying on my screen “Didn’t say thank you earlier.” My heart stutters. I don’t respond right away. I stare at the message, reread it three times.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

Yuck. "Cassius, c-come with me," I turned to Flynn when he suddenly called me. He was looking outside the window. "Why?" I asked. He did not answer me and immediately stood up, he came out and I followed. He's after something, I don't know who he's following. "What are you looking for Flynn?" I'm confused. "I saw the man who killed Freeda's grandma," he said and my eyes widened. Enzo Ellios Skyler P.O.V

Black wings emerge from his back and he turns midair so the ground comes into view and he begins to fly straight up into the dark of the night. The Tremblays rented a cabin in rocky cabin mountains, New York so they can prepare themselves for the hunt to come. This cabin is large with six rooms, the cabins close by are closed to the public; the land is covered by the beauty of the green colors of nature and it is the perfect place to set traps for the unsuspecting and ghastly visitors they may have. Tonight the head of the family arrives, Marcus Tremblay, a hard man in his 60s with a ton of supernatural souls hanging around him like trophies no eyes can see. His black jeep parks in front of

He looked away and just focused on walking. We were busy walking until we heard animal cries, and that is when we saw a group of animals running down the mountain. I was about to turn around but I felt a shake on the ground. This isn't good. I grabbed Zale and started running towards the foot of the mountain, I stopped, looked at him, and asked, "Can you fly?" He nodded and I did the same and jumped on the tree leaving him on the ground. "Do you want to die or what? Jump and summon your wings!" I ordered him, he doesn't know what was going on. Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen.