Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

the second man known as Tyrion concluded breathlessly with his hands held together in front of him. "I've known Finlay since I was fifteen, we were in love, we fought wars together, and went hunting together," it was Elodie's turn. Despite the fact that she was somewhere between having her entire world crumbling into pieces, Ophelia still noticed that the woman was dressed like an actual woman this time.

After Kayson and the others left, the smile left Finnick’s lips as his face turned grim. He looked at Arthur and said coldly, “Arthur, hand over your shares. We can’t keep you here anymore.” Arthur still had no idea what had happened even until this moment. He looked at Finnick and asked, “Finnick, even if you want to kick me out of the company, you have to tell me the reason. Who the hell is this Kayson?” Finnick harrumphed coldly and said, “Who is he? He killed Fernando Saul. Now you know who he is?”

"Finley is young, wealthy, and skilled in martial arts—not to mention his extraordinary background. He's the only perfect match to be Madam Vostokoff's partner!" "Madam Vostokoff is a queen in her own right, and Mr. Moore is a dashing prince. Together, they'd be nothing short of perfection!" Dylan spat out his drink and muttered, "These bootlickers really have no shame or principles when it comes to sucking up to Finley." Andrew chuckled, noting how many people were eager to curry favor with Finley.

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.

Clinton stood beside me as the instructor set up the board. As we climbed onto the board, Clinton took the lead. He positioned himself first, feeling out the balance and control of the flyboard. With a powerful surge of water from the jets, he lifted off the surface, rising into the air with ease. I watched, breathless, as he soared above the water, his movements smooth and confident.

"Are you sure everything is fine?" "Absolutely. "Everything is fine," I said, nudging her. "Let us catch up outside then." I agreed. On our way outside, we saw Alpha Adonis' friend, Fred, walking towards us. He was tall and skinny, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He carried a lead guitar and wore jeans and a black turtleneck shirt. Oh, how I admired men with musical abilities. The attractiveness increased a thousandfold, and while my feelings for the alpha's friend were far from romantic, I would love to hear him sing. It made me wonder if Alpha Adonis had vocal abilities.

“Dogs aren’t big on me.” “Why is that?” Sally picked up the shaking pet. “And why are you all outside of our house?” Footsteps sounded on the porch. Finn appeared, sniffing the air. Maddox gave him an odd look. Then, Finn snapped his attention to Sally. “Oh. It’s your scent, not hers.” Sally stepped back with Cooper in her arms. “Excuse me?” “Dear Goddess.” Finn inhaled. “You smell so fucking good. Even better than Imani. Much stronger and—”

There are only two people who are parking in this slot. ‘And that man is Finn, Zion’s father.’ I stayed in my place because of my position as the secretary of the manager of the Fantell. 'I had to greet this old bastard. Tssk.' After parking his blue car, Finn hopped down and met my gaze. Although he is an old guy, Finn has still the face that can grab any women's eyes. He has brown hair, sharp gray eyes, pointed nose, thin lips, sculpted jaws and beard on his chin. He has wrinkles under his eyes, both side of his nose and his neck. However, there's no doubt that he is the father of the handsome Zion.

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

The chieftains obeyed, their eyes fixed on him as if afraid he might disappear if they so much as blinked. "I am alive," Orion said, his voice steady, carrying to every corner of the hall. "Not by right and certainly not by strength alone, but by Selene's mercy." Murmurs rippled through the crowd of warriors at the mention of the goddess. "The war is over," he continued. "The traitor, Seth, is dead, and so is Malcolm and every single one of his hunters. There are no enemies left to fight." "You're wrong, Alpha," chieftain Dray cut in, and Orion's eyes narrowed in challenge.