Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

"You will help us?" "I will try." Hecate rose from the stool and walked to the window, her back to Elsie. "I know someone. A warrior. Strong. Skilled. Discreet." She turned. "But I cannot promise he will agree." "Who is he?" "His name is Finnick." Elsie's brow furrowed. "I have never heard of him." "He is not from the Midnight Pack. He is... a wanderer. A man with a complicated past." Hecate's voice was careful. "But he owes me a debt. And he is one of the finest fighters I have ever known."

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Alistair Finch, Senior Advisor, UK Foreign & Commonwealth Office. Finch. A man Sabatine had last seen seven years ago in a debriefing room in Kabul, his face slick with sweat not from the heat, but from the lies he was weaving about a failed extraction. Finch had been the political officer who’d signed off on the mission parameters, then altered the coordinates at the last minute to target a “high-value militant” who turned out to be a local elder and his family. The “collateral damage” that had ended Sabatine’s career and haunted his soul. Finch had never been held accountable. He’d been promoted. And now he was here, in Geneva, at Kaine’s auction.

Mia asked, dragging her thoughts away from her panties…or non-existent panties. “That’s what we call the executive team. Carter Beckett is our editor-in-chief and author of our financial column, The Hip Pocket; and then there is Finn Devereaux, author of In Like Finn, a dating and relationship column. Jack Daniels—yes that’s his real name,” she said as if she was often questioned about it, “—author of Q-Branch, our tech and multi-media blog. Parker Grey, our entertainment editor and author of The Locker Room, and of course you already know Liam Thompson and his blog, Manscaping.”

Finn dropped his cutlery and took a sip of water before speaking, “Sir… you may not remember this but I am one of the people you donated clothes to at a Children’s Hospital, some three years back. Then, it was my final year in high school, and I needed urgent money. I went to a thrift shop and they bought those clothes for very high prices. I used that money to take care of my younger brother who was battling meningitis at the time, and I was able to register for Final Year exams.” “So you’ve been obsessed with me since then…” I teased, feigning a casual tone . “No, no sir!” Finn pleaded, his eyes widening in surprise. “I only realized it was you after I started working for you…” “I haven’t

CASSANDRA I was a little taken aback by Finnick’s serious request. His face appeared timid, yet his tone was solemn, much more solemn than a child’s should have been. As I studied his expression, I felt ashamed of myself for borderline neglecting my son these days. I’d been so immersed in this undercover business that I didn’t have much time to talk with Finnick, aside from our daily goodnight kiss. When I shifted my gaze, I realized I’d left Helene’s map on the table not too far away.

Sierra pov. As I sat on the bed, the door slowly opened, and Dean walked in, carrying a comforting bottle of soft drink. His gentle smile brightened my day as he handed it to me. I whispered my gratitude, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort. I still carried William's child inside me, and it made me realize that this chapter of my life wasn't entirely closed. Yes, I did feel guilty about considering letting go of my child, but I was beginning to see a future without a connection to William.

And though he had never left. I don’t think Finn remembers much about Senko or Petra. If he wasn’t with Orion, he was in Andora. Or tasked to do a job with Jack, if I remember Silas’s conversation correctly. He was trained, until he came of age then he became Orion’s number-one henchman. Though nasty and brutal, Finnegan Artos always did have a softer side. He wasn’t as sick as I was, or even Jack. He didn’t have it in him to take what he wanted at any cost.

He’d always been handsome, but seeing him through the lens of the mate bond left me speechless. His red-tinged, wavy blond hair was longer than I remembered it, hints of his signature waves still evident though he wore it pulled back in a sexy man bun. His five o’clock shadow was hot as hell and I itched to feel it against my skin as he kissed me. He wore a tight gray t-shirt with faded blue jeans and Birkenstock sandals. The t-shirt did nothing to hide the rippling muscles underneath and something about the casual look called to my carnal side. This was no longer Finn, the boy. This was Finnick the man and every inch of him was drool-worthy.

I stopped running to catch my breath. "That's what I saw, sir. I ended up losing sight of the taxi. But I'm sure she went to the airport.” “ Right. Call Finley and ask him to track his cell phone and bank account.” “Yes, sir.” I hung up when I heard the answer. Finley was an ally of good years ago. Also known as the most impossible hacker to deal with in the state. So that he was never found by the police, Finley was always changing. We never lost contact, of course.