Finnick Odair Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Whitney Cole blurted out without thinking straight and instantly regretted saying the wrong name while biting her lower lips. “Well Jenna, you’re the only tribute remaining and you have to serve me before midnight or you will be a dead bone at dawn,” Aiden said with a cold voice that made Whitney tremble with chills. “Come on Mr. handsome, I thought we’d become friends. Why are you talking about some tributes and dead bones? Can you just remove the part about serving you and send me back to my pack?” Whitney blinked twice pretending not to be afraid. Meanwhile, Aiden frowned thinking Whitney was scared of him just like the rest of the tributes sent to him that he couldn’t stop himself from a

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.

One month after Sophie’s wedding, Ava Harper’s apartment looked like a shared crime scene. Finn’s sneakers (nine pairs, she’d counted) were scattered like the house was a nursery house. His hoodie hung permanently on the couch. His “World’s Okayest Actor” mug sat on the counter, half-full of cold coffee he swore he’d finish “later” (he never did). The spice rack, once an alphabetized perfection, was now in “Finn’s flavor order”: hot sauce first, cinnamon last.

I muttered. "Yeah." "What’d he do?" "Just some small-time pack leader who thought he was more important than he was. His entire pack disappeared in an instant when I decided to pull his intestines out." Good to know, I’d use him well. "I see you like to take trophies." Finneas flashed a crooked smile. "Sometimes. Keeps the mystique alive." Around us, the naked women moved through the room, the scent of sweet perfume mingling with that of...omegas.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

His teeth were bared, just a fraction. "My mistake," Adrian said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "If the pack changes, get my number from Reyes." "Yeah. Get out," Finn muttered. He didn't look away until Adrian vanished into the crowd. Finn’s shoulders remained tight, his spine a rigid line of aggression. "You want to date that hack?" "No." Finn’s posture slumped, just an inch. "Good. He’s a bottom-feeder." "I gathered." "Worse than an arrogant star?"

I said and looked at my nails “wow so bitch, huh” he said while laughing I rolled my eyes and looked at him “what is it huh? You are wasting my time” I am pissed already. North might see us already and it is obvious that west doesn’t know that North is here, if he is with North then he should blocked my way not Harlow’s “what gift do you think will Harlow appreciate?” he asked “novel books will do. She wants the newest series of Rick Riordan; the trials of Apollo”

My teeth elongated and without hesitation I sunk them deep into her flesh and began to drink the sweetest essence I have ever tasted, as the beast within me became instantly satisfied with the taste of our mate. Slowly I retracted my teeth from her flesh and licked the wound shut, as I pulled away from her neck and looked into her hooded eyes as I lick the last drop of her blood from my lips. Something about this felt so right being with her and I had to once again wonder if my parents had gotten it all wrong when they had chosen Lexie for me and not Lena. But the memories of Lexie still haunted my mind even as my body screamed to me that Lena was our mate and I found myself in an internal w

When I realized he was about to look at me, I quickly moved my face away, trying to stay calm. I sensed him turn away and let out a huge sigh, only to feel another person's gaze on me. I turned to see Kayson had been watching us. I focused my gaze on the Arena when they started to call the winners of each batch and to my shock, I saw Finn. Of course, he was part of the special division. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was shocking that he was an Omega and was among the winners. He must have really developed his skills. The commander then proceeded to praise Finn, calling him one of the best they had. Alaric goes to award the winners their medal but when he got to Finn to give him his medal, h