Voice Of Finn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He fluttered towards me, his smile warm and gentle. *Where did she go?* he asked, his soft voice filled with concern. "Hi there," I said, trying to sound calm, "What's your name?" *I am Finn,* he bowed, his eyes sparkling with kindness. *Does she not like me?* he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I think she likes you a lot, you just scared her," I smiled at him reassuringly. *Whisper?* he called out, his voice filled with longing, and she fluttered just a little bit, and then he saw her.

“You know this company belongs to me. Why are you doing this?” Leo’s sharp gaze met his son’s, unyielding. “Belong to you?” he echoed, his voice laced with disdain. “This company belongs to the one who earns it. Not the one who expects it handed to him. Go, Finn. Prove to me you’re worthy of it. Prove you can lead.” Finn stepped back, his face a mix of anger and disbelief. “You’re cruel,” he said, his voice low and bitter. “You’re mean and heartless, Father.”

He washed his face using his hand forcibly and looked at me as if he was ready to kill me. The thing is, Kayla was with me, and she was the one who brought me to that place... 'Yet, Kayla has the power to manipulate an image and make it seem so real. What if she's with Anya through all the plan?' "WHO ARE YOU?!" "What? Are you talking about me? Have you forgotten me that instant?" asks Finn. "Darn, it's not you! But the voice I'm hearing on the side of my ears!" He rolled his eyes and looked at me. He then held my shoulder and shook my body.

The male singer's deep voice floats around the space. "James Otto?" I ask trying to place the singer. "I knew there was a reason I loved you," Finn answers with a smile. "It's been on repeat the last few days. A hopeful battle cry, I guess."

He had a tall presence with a handsome face and sharp eyebrows, but his voice was strangely cold. Annie couldn't help but shiver, her instincts telling her that this person did not have good intentions. After speaking softly with Keelin and learning that he was Hubert, Annie began to piece things together. As for Finn, upon hearing this voice, his face immediately revealed his disdain, his teeth gritting as if he were suppressing something. His hands tightened around the fork he was holding. "Thank you for your concern. But I'm still alive and quite comfortable; it seems to have disappointed you," Finn retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

he snarled, his voice a blade slicing through the static, all fury and festering hate. I tilted my head, letting the words roll off me like water off a wolf's pelt. "Did you call me so early just to tell me something we both know?" My voice was steady, a low hum that didn't bend, even as I flipped through the proposal in my hand, the pages whispering secrets I already owned. "Your child's father is in my hands!" Finn spat, like it was a trump card he'd been dying to play.

Finn focused more on the lowness of the voice speaking to him and how good it felt, how it allowed him to loosen his grip on the seat a little bit, breathe a little better. It was his voice more than anything, more than his actual words, the way it seemed to have its source in his mind and it seeped and flowed like a calming river through all of his senses. “Keep talking “. Finn muttered before he could stop it, his head still light to think of the regret he might have later. “Sure, sure, anything for you, it’s gonna be okay, just focus on my voice, just listen to me, you are going to be alright “. His soul mate continued from the other end.

The phone rang twice and Finn’s chipper voice came over the line. “What can I do you for, Alpha?” A lump caught in my throat. He sounded so happy. Eros growled. ‘Don’t chicken out, Silas. They need to know.’ There were voices in the background and Noah was asking him a question. Finn answered ‘the grey one’. “You guys out right now?”

He sighed, rubbing his temple, "Whatever you have to say, make it quick." I walked up to him, my voice firm but pleading. "Please don't fight Kael." Finn's lips curved into a smirk. "Is that what he asked you to tell me?" His fingers curled into fists. "After what he's done? After destroying my pack and killing my people?" He straightened and turned to me, eyes cold and dark with fury. "You can tell him that he's deluded and that there's no way I will not—" "You will die, Finn."