Finnick Hunger Games Actor Novels & Stories

Finn just winked, smug beyond all reason. After class, Finn insisted on escorting me across campus. Halfway there, Gunner intercepted us on the courtyard steps. He held out a steaming paper bag. “You didn’t eat.” My heart squeezed. “I had tea.” “That’s not food.” Gunner pushed the bag gently into my hands and gave my cheek a fast, firm kiss before Finn could protest. But Finn did protest—dramatically. “That’s cheating,” Finn said. “I was walking her.” “And I’m feeding her,” Gunner replied simply.

Finn stared at the photo and just remained silent as he studied every feature of the picture. Keeping his eyes down he just stayed focused. He was starting to think that Gus was the dirty cop that was gunning for Drake and not the other way around, but he wasn't going to let on. "So, how do you explain this Thomas James Finnegan? That is you and Drake in the throes of passion?" Gus was gloating and Finn saw victory in his eyes. His response was not what Gus was expecting, "If you think that is Drake and I then try to prove it in a court of law."

I didn't play the part well. Finn stands, pulling a gun from his jacket, his grin wicked. “You’re so predictable, Nyx. You and that stupid waiter, passing signals like I wouldn’t notice? You’re just like Mason. You are too dumb, trusting and weak. I should thank you for making this easy though. I was wondering how to get to you and here you are, delivering yourself to me.” Finn declares with a grin. I glare at him, letting my expressions tell him that he is the person I hate the most in this world.

Duncan Hiddleston blushed, blushed, took Phedra Elizabeth in his arms, and kissed Phedra Elizabeth on the forehead. Phedra Elizabeth hugged Duncan Hiddleston's neck. Phedra Elizabeth blushed just like Duncan Hiddleston, Phedra Elizabeth hid her face in Duncan Hiddleston's chest. Suddenly, Maris Jane appeared. Maris Jane prevented Duncan Hiddleston and Phedra Elizabeth from leaving. Phedra Elizabeth still didn't show her face, Duncan Hiddleston saw Phedra Elizabeth's expression. There was no intention of seeing Maris Jane appear before her eyes. Duncan Hiddleston hid Phedra Elizabeth's face inside.

He quickly signaled the crew, and within moments, the only ones left on set were Naomi, Rue, Tristo, Finnick, and across from them, Kael and Danna. Naomi couldn’t help but think, Wow, this is getting intense. Kael’s usually composed expression darkened slightly. He looked Tristo up and down—he was sure he didn’t know this guy, and he didn’t seem like any big shot from Elaris. “Who the hell are you?” Tristo flicked his hair and sneered, “None of your business.” Finnick simply gave Kael a cold glance—just one—and Kael could instantly sense the pressure from this man. He wasn’t ordinary.

He didn’t have to. Riven ran on my left, fighting like a storm. Finnick was on my right, growling low, his eyes locked on Kade. We were getting closer—almost there. Then I saw her__Luna Margot, Finnick’s mother. Alive, Standing huge beside Kade. Wearing silver armor and a cold, proud smile. My stomach dropped. “No,” Finnick whispered. “She’s supposed to had gone.” My gaze focused at her, the flame inside me lurking. “She lied.”

"You aren't going to be looking in that direction, are you?" I nodded. His fingers tipped my jaw and he placed a kiss on my lip, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw my legs around his waist. Hearing the window wound down and a cold breeze hitting my back, I stared at him in panic. "What the fuck are you doing, Finn?" "Giving him a show," Finn replied, his tone husky. "Don't turn back, okay? We're going to fuck while he watches us both to the point of being uncomfortable. Then no one would tell him to mind his fucking business."

It was only the first one and already I struggled to come down from it. “Damn that’s a beautiful sight!” Finnick exclaimed, drawing my attention. “Never seen anything prettier than your face when you come, kitten.” He had scooted down to lean on his side, his pants pulled low around his hips, freeing his cock. He was staring at me while he stroked himself in long, lazy strokes. Pre-cum leaked from his throbbing tip and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to taste him. “Oh no, princess. you don’t get any of your holes filled right now.” Zayne reprimanded.

he whispered, his deep voice sounding a little rough and ungrounded. "I had to," I whispered back, looking around carefully to make sure no one was listening to us. "You froze up, Finn. Your big brain completely died. I had to do something fast to save our secret." "Right," Finn said, shaking his head slightly as if he was trying to wake up from a deep dream. He cleared his throat loudly and fixed his bow tie, his rigid, serious mask quickly sliding back over his handsome face. "Thank you. That was... very good thinking under pressure, Penelope. A very effective distraction."

Men like Dean King do not come without an unseen edge around them. Finn steps in front of Owen immediately. Dean stops several feet away and raises both hands slightly, palms empty. “I am not here to touch either of you.” Finn laughs once, breathless and bitter. “How generous.” Owen looks between them. “You know him?” “No,” Finn says. Dean’s gaze stays on Finn. “Yes.” The honesty makes Finn angrier.