Phineas Flynn Novels & Stories

I hope everything will turn out well. Finally, one of the doctors came near me informing me about Flynn's condition and it struck me when he said that he was awake. I ran towards the room and I saw Flynn's eyes looking around him. I cried even more in happiness. I held his hand as he looked at me. His eyes don't say he was happy to see me but more confusion. I looked back to the doctors behind me, wanting an answer to why Flynn couldn't recognize me.

Life is too short, to dwell on sad things for long, which is why Augustus Hale, always believed in moving forward with the best memories. He was a positive person, but at the same time sensitive, and he acknowledged all his flaws, because he was aware of the beauty of imperfection. He let his passionate and dreamy soul guide him towards his destiny, like a free bird, who fell a lot of times, before finally relishing the joy of flight. Coming to London was a hasty decision all together, but his friend Austin had saved him from regretting it.

She winked at Flynn, causing him to turn around with a groan before heading toward the door. For once, he had relied on this deadly creature even though he knew nothing good came out of her. He thought Fiona would have a clue to where his brother was but now he could not help but imagine if Forrest was even safe out there knowing that if there was something he could not beat, it was this creature. Flynn was about to say a total goodbye to Fiona’s damned hall before he heard her loud chuckle. “I never knew you were scared of me!” her mocking tone echoed as he crossed the doorsill. “Send my unkind regards to Phyllis, will you?”

Orith protested as the two looked as though their about to make out. *** In hell. “It’s time to start our plans of destroying humanity. Now that the anti-christ has shown himself. We should let him lead an army of his own.” said the lord of flies. None other than Beelzebub. One of the seven princes of hell. He is the one responsible for spreading disease and pestilence on earth. He is also known to possess the sin of gluttony.

Simple, but it filled me with a sense of peace I had never known. We had a golden retriever named Monet. He loved to chase butterflies in the garden or nap at our feet, snoring softly. This was the life I had always wanted, a life of pure and simple love. No betrayal, no scheming, no blood. Just two people in love, peacefully spending their days together.

“Mr. William’s wife ran away six years ago. Whenever he hears anything about wives or married life, he snaps. I don’t know what will happen to you now, but if I were you, I’d start looking for another job. You’re done.” ______________________ “Drive home. I have a headache.” His assistant immediately took a U-turn, not daring to question him. “Did you get any information about her?” “No, sir. Our team thinks she has changed her name.” Ethan shut his eyes and rubbed his temples. Six years, six long years and not once had he stopped searching. Not once had he allowed himself to give up, even when every lead died and every trail went cold. His father had even tried forcing him to marry someone

“No. I wouldn’t—” “Wouldn’t?” I cut in. “You are doing that by wasting my time.” My phone went dark. And he became silent. I stepped closer. “Answer me. Where are they?” Flynn drew a breath. “I… don’t know exactly.” He looked ashamed. “She moves like a snake. How am I supposed to know what she's thinking?” Max folded his arms. “You’re not much help then. Leave him to rot here.” Flynn’s eyes darted between us. “Listen, you can’t trust me. I know I messed up. A lot. But I want to help. It's my only bargaining chip here.”