Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

Silence. I moved to stand in front of him, but he refused to meet my gaze, “I know I’m not a good person, Erin. Nash and I…” he let out a humorless chuckle, eyes still staring up at the black blanket above us. “We’re impulsive. We feel too much or nothing at all. There is no in between, and I know that’s a lot. So,” another lengthy pause before he let out a soft sigh, “I’ll understand if you’re not interested in pursuing this any further.” “I never thought I’d say these words,” I shook my head, reaching up to grab Finn’s face in my hands. Slowly, those shimmering green eyes locked with mine, and I could see the fear in them. “Finnick Gray, you’re an idiot.”

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"

Three days later. The news of Finn Carter's downfall had made headlines everywhere. "Finn Carter, the illegitimate son of Chairman Leo Carter, has been found guilty of orchestrating his father's murder and attempting to kill his biological father in a desperate bid to seize control of Carter Corporation and Carter Specialist Hospital. His co-conspirators have been sentenced to life imprisonment, with their medical licenses permanently revoked.

For them. They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved. But one was silent. Always silent. Dorian. Sienna’s father. The man that I believed, I loved. He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.

Finn. She had only mentioned the word, ‘Some powerful MC president.’ If she never mentioned a specific name, then how on earth is Adrian so certain that she's referring to Mr. Finn. “I'm still surprised. How are you so sure that she's referring to Mr. Finn?” Carl asked curiously. Adrian bit his lips. He was stunned and so speechless. He never expected Carl to be so attentive and meticulous. “Well, urm. We have just two powerful MC clubs.. Asphalt and Wild Hogs. I'm quite sure she's not referring to Mr. Sam but Mr.. Finn,” Adrian managed to say.

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.

He buried his adoptive parents' surname six feet underground and became Finn Dixon. He continued his illegal business under a new identity, along with his new close friend and partner. That was when the Dixon couple discovered his illicit schemes. His brother-in-law, Archer Dixon, tried to stop him, but Finn wouldn’t listen. Even his sister, Seira, tried to convince him to stop, but Finn acted as if he heard nothing. For Finn, this was the only thing that mattered. But Archer Dixon was stubborn. Finn had no intention of killing his brother-in-law, but Archer was so determined to fight back that Finn pulled the trigger and shot him right in the heart. He killed his brother-in-law in front of

As soon as he saw Hayden, he thanked the couple and rushed over to us. "Did you use us to get out of a date? You don't want to meet her sweet daughter. She might be blonde like you," Hayden said, clasping his hand. They hugged and then shook hands. "You should consider taking another mate then since you like blondes." "I don't like blondes; my preference is my mate," he said, and they both started laughing. "Sorry about my crude words. Mr. Walker, my name is Flinn Hallmark. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Walker," I said, then I pulled my hand out, but Finn did not take it.

I ask her. She looks at me with blinking eyes. “Yes,” She whimpers. “I, Ariella Zillard, Princess of the Royal Wolfpack, release Anderson Conrad, Carter Conrad and Finley Conrad from the command to not hurt Kale.” Suddenly, Finley smirks. “Everly, I love you, but I need just a little revenge. Please?” Finley asks, pouting at his mate. “Don’t kill him,” Everly points her finger at him. “Death, no; pain, oh yes,” Finley kisses Everly and runs, actually, runs away.

So, I wasn’t surprised when he threw up a few different stills of me getting off. “Ah, yeah, that one in red was a freak,” I told him, a cocky smirk in place. Freak was an understatement. I wouldn’t mind revisiting that, which should speak for itself. I rarely went somewhere for seconds. “Rosaria has decent skills as a stripper but definitely makes up for it this way.” “If you’re done revisiting past pussy, let’s focus on the important shit,” Finch said, rolling his eyes. Finch used to be just like us. I saw it, wanted it, and took it. He had this odd hold over chicks and could always talk them into anything. Perhaps it was his boy next door vibe that he had going on.