Novel & Cerita Finnick Hunger Games

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

“Why are you using her title?” Finn scoffs and crosses his arms. He still hasn’t risen from his kneeling position on the ground. He is purposely keeping himself at a disadvantage to show his compliance. “She’s a Luna, have you not noticed? Being her gamma and all, I thought you would have that basic information.”

VAL Call it a "hate-knotting" or a collision of rivals. Label it whatever helps you sleep. But in my entire life, I had never been hunted, claimed, or wanted like that. The way Finn fought his own instinct just to make sure I went over the edge first—it was a neon sign telling me how much he hungered for me. Most Alphas look right through me, but last night, I was the only thing in Finn’s universe. I liked it. I liked it way too much.

His eyes lock with Hunter's, reflecting a mix of anger, disappointment, and determination. Hunter looks at Finrir disappointingly, not fully realizing the gravity of the situation, and argues, "But this one is dead. They won't miss it." Finrir's eyes widen in alarm, teetering on the edge of losing his temper. In a tense moment, Finrir extends his hand, his fingers curved like claws, reaching toward Hunter's hair as if to forcefully drag him out. But Hunter, recognizing the seriousness in Finrir's gaze, understands that obedience is crucial.

Finn isn’t just making us kill random criminals. He’s pulling us into the war. And the worst part? We didn’t see it coming. His name is Jonah Carver. Mid-level enforcer. The kind of guy who keeps Rosetti’s people in check, runs their weapons trade, makes problems disappear. Killing him? It wouldn’t just be another hit. It would be a declaration. Finn is using us to start something bigger. And if we go through with it, there’s no turning back. Levi and I stand outside the car, a few feet away from Owen, voices low.

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.

“I make it clear that Angelica is the reason they’re starving. That hiding her is the reason their children go without. And I let them decide where they stand. Offer them a home here with us.” The room fell quiet as Melissa took in my words. The plan wasn't rock solid, but it was all I had. I stared at the scattered pages on the floor, at the mess I’d made, and wondered how many more things would have to break before this was over and if I would be one of those things. “And I will carry out those orders for you.” I turned around fast. Finn stood there, leaning slightly against the doorframe. Bandages wrapped his torso and one arm, blood still faintly seeping through the cloth. His face was p

She was wearing a shimmery dress that revealed one of her legs through the slit and it was backless. Why the hell was she dressed for the prom or something? Hunter thought annoyed. The girl shifted on her feet before she quietly sat on the empty sofa to his left. Hunter noticed that the king was glaring at her and to ease up the atmosphere Chief Fernando whispered something in King's ear. Alpha Waylen pulled to his feet, "Let's go, I'm hungry." He said as the girl quickly got to her feet, her head bowed down. Hunter followed the two of them quietly. He couldn't help but mull over the food. What if it was drugged or something? He didn't trust Alpha King one bit.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Caspian Finnick was standing in my kitchen, wearing shorts and frying an egg while he poured hot chocolate into my favorite mug. How did he even know that was my favorite mug? The tattoo I’d noticed earlier brushed up his back to his right shoulder, dark and inky against his bronze skin. “Are you done?” I lifted my eyes and saw that he was staring at me. “Or do you need me to pose?” My pussy throbbed and I leaned against the door. “Pose.” He watched me as he cocked his hips to the side playfully, then walked towards me and caught my lips with his.