Finnick Odair Fanfiction Novels & Stories

” “A thousand percent. Trust me I did my homework. His name is Damien. And get this, his mom is loaded as they come. He's the only child of a billionaire." Insecurity washed over me. How could I ever compare myself to a freeborn born into wealth? How could anyone choose a rogue like me over him?" Oscar's voice cut through my thoughts "We could get rid of him, you know. Make him disappear," he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief. My gaze snapped up. "No. What the fuck? Do you realize how foolish that sounds? Adora would find out, and then what?" I retired and headed to my room, a mess of wires, cables, and gadgets. I sank into the rotating chair in my workstation.

Otherwise, it looked like Richard was actually serious about spending the rest of his life with you in the fishing village. "Finnick, thank you for everything you've done," Audrey said softly. Finnick chuckled. "Hey, you're my first love. You've always had big ambitions, and I'm fine with you using me as a stepping stone to climb higher. Long as there's still a place for me in your heart, that's all I need." The sound of kissing followed. Then came a series of unmistakably intimate noises. Realizing what was playing, Finnick scrambled to turn off the recording.

“You were born to satisfy men’s desires.” A wave of shame crashed over me, hot and suffocating. I wanted to scream. I wanted to fight back. But I couldn’t. Not with Kiara right there. Not with the gun pressing into my ribs like a silent threat. Finn took another slow step toward me, his gaze flickering over me like I was nothing more than a pathetic creature groveling at his feet. “You think you’re special now just because Dane’s fucking you?” His voice dripped with venom. “You think that changes what you are?”

As Finn stepped out of the shower area, I could not stop myself from calling him. “Finn, am I not attractive?” I asked curiously. Any man would have jumped at the opportunity of having a naked woman in the shower room. He turned around. “You’re a goddess, Lexi.” I must be crazy, but I wanted to hear more. “Don’t you like me?” My body shivered, feeling the cold when he wasn’t on my side anymore. “I do, but let’s just say we will never get along, Lexi. I’m a dog person, and you’re a cat person.”

CHAPTER FOUR FINN I opened my bleary eyes to see the mad king hunched over me; his snout pressed against my scent spot. An involuntary moan escaped my throat then, causing my cheeks to grow hotter. I wasn’t meant to… I let out a gasp, the wet, warm press of the wolf’s thick tongue against my scent spot had me shuddering in pleasure. My boxers felt soaked already, my hips moving on its own accord as the wolf kept lapping at my scent spot.

Then I tried wrapping my hair in a bun but it failed because I didn't have a scrunchie. "Sure, I'll get it tomorrow." Glen's voice pierced through the air followed by the sound of a door clicking shut. "I'll be back late at night though." His voice made the throbbing sensation return to the space between my legs. I could feel myself dripping like a leaking tap. "Fuck," I muttered. "Addison , you're in so much denial." Inhaling, I raised my dress a little higher and slid my hands up my thighs. I allowed my fingers to roam about slowly, my heart beating against my chest rapidly as though I was doing something forbidden.

He looked so different from the man I held in such high regard. It was dark in the woods; the pine scent, mixing with the earth, a refreshing and familiar stale smell. I found Finnick in a clearing, his back to my back, staring off into nothing. He appeared so unlike the man I remembered. Leadership had bent him, broken him. Now, all that was left was a shell. "Freya," he said quietly, his pace leveled and full of tension. "I need you to listen." I crossed my arms and stiffened but not only from the cold. Anger, confusion, fear rolled through me. "Why? So you can lie to me again? Why don't you just write me an apology and tell me how this is all my fault?"

Where they both intertwined, the low sound of love and longing rang. "You shaped me… Finn. I can’t go back to how I was. I love you," Niam whispered, his breath ragged. [DING! FAVORABILITY +15] [FAVORABILITY= 99%] AUTHOR'S NOTE: The second target's arc starts in the next chapter.

Delilah kneeled before him, taking his throbbing length in and out of her mouth and he had a hand in the curls of her dark hair. "Make her moan, Ben. And do it right, she got the sweetest moans you'll ever hear," Finn thew in. Something bursted inside of me. Maybe, Finn was drunk. But when this was all over, would Finn remember that he had conceded to this? My eyes blurred as I gave up fighting. Finn wasn't inlove with me after all, he had only string me along all this while. Tell me why he would be so turned on watching his bestfriend fuck me in his presence.