Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

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.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Daisy Hunter asked, her voice laced with trepidation. "I am really serious, Daisy Hunter, you have always been my loyal Secretary…please I really need this." Wade Roberto's voice was still persuasive. "Of all the ladies out there and in the office, why did you choose me?" Her voice was barely above whispers. "I have been with you for quite some time and I believe you will make the perfect fit." Wade Roberto said as he sank into his seat. His eyes were laced with emotions. "Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?"

Sam snapped. “It was one hell of a way to meet my mate, but I am thankful I got there in time because even though you were there and you sure as fuck didn’t do anything. You criticize critisise him for being the head leader but you are the fucking Beta and couldn’t protect one of your own, who happens to be my mate, ” Oliver snaps back.

“What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.” My wolf whimpered and whined in my head, begging me to go to our mate. I felt his pain but I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. So I did the only thing I could do. I ran. When Finnick Cross recognizes his mate in 16-year-old Sarah Woods, he is ecstatic to find the girl he loves belongs to him. There is only one problem. She’s too young to recognize him as her mate. Afraid he won’t be able to restrain his wolf from claiming their underage mate, Finnick decides to leave, intending to return and claim her as his on her 18th birthday. But when an unplanned encounter derails his plans, will it be a mistake he can never come

She asked and I held up my palms. “It isn’t my fault Raef was a scaredy-cat. I just talked to him.” I answered her. “You showed him your wolf. That’s not just a talk, that is intimidating.” She accused me and I grinned, dropping my palms. “Tell me his name, sis. Let’s see if this one has balls.” I told her. She opened her mouth but she was cut off by the entrance of Finn. Finn was Holden’s little brother and he was also his assistant. He was also 21 and was a deputy general soldier.

But then he continued, “Memory loss and insanity aren’t the same thing. I believe you call it ‘apples and limes,’ yes?” “Oranges. Apples and oranges.” His speech pattern was an odd mix of formality and slang, which just added to the weirdness. “Who are you?” He stopped pacing and looked slightly shamefaced. “Sorry. I’m Finn. Well, Finn. The Lycan warrior. Friends of Alpha Ethan and his brother Vergel. You must remember us, I mean, yeah—But if anyone here knew that, they’d rip me to shreds.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment to register. As her jaw dropped, he held out a hand. “So let’s just go with ‘Finn,’ okay?”

Claire, who got it earlier, cracked a smile and looked proudly at him. 'Oh, ma'am likes what I said!' Finn was jubilant in his head, 'I should have added that her breath smells like cockroach poop, too, maybe ma'am could have loved it more. Shit, I forgot!'

Caspian Finnick was standing in my kitchen, wearing shorts and frying an egg while he poured hot chocolate into my favorite mug. How did he even know that was my favorite mug? The tattoo I’d noticed earlier brushed up his back to his right shoulder, dark and inky against his bronze skin. “Are you done?” I lifted my eyes and saw that he was staring at me. “Or do you need me to pose?” My pussy throbbed and I leaned against the door. “Pose.” He watched me as he cocked his hips to the side playfully, then walked towards me and caught my lips with his.

“An old friend... sort of. We used to know each other.” I mean, technically a subordinate could be considered a friend, right? Atlas saw the hesitation on her face and instantly understood. “Nice to meet you. I’m Naomi’s husband.” One sentence. Game over. Tristo rolled his eyes shamelessly. This guy is definitely no simple character. Sure, his sister isn’t either, but with amnesia, she’s basically a clueless bunny right now. “Sis, this is Finnick Doug—he’s the one we call ‘Senior Dolphin.’”