Finnick Odair Quotes Novels & Stories

“I owe you my life, Mr. Winston.” “OB finished the job.” He said the same to Owen. “I have to go and take my wife out.” Owen and Homer followed me outside the study. “You’re reckless.” “I know.” I glared at Homer. “Anything else you want to say?” “Giovanni or I could have died, man. And he’s okay, if not a little shaken up,” Owen said. “I just threw up, assholes.” I snapped. “You did?” Homer was more amused than concerned.

I grumble remembering Ashe's words and what was written in the book Nyctimus gave us. “How do you know you won't screw us over once we retrieve the dagger?” I look between Finn and Oliver as Finn waits for an answer. “You have my word that I won't screw you over. Aodh needs to be gone. Dead.” He says with finality. “Him in this realm is destroying everything.” “Your word means nothing,” I smirk. “I will vouch for him.” I turn to look at Petra who comes to sit next to Oliver. She gives Finn a smile, weak but full of regret.

The brain forgot, but the heart never did. “Say something.” he told her, swallowing nervously. “Something.” Zesa joked, laughing softly when he glared at her. She put the tip of her fingers to her, pretending it was a phone. “How’s the savings for my car going?” Finn covered his mouth with his hands. He slowly brought them down and said, “I said say something not give me a high blood pressure.” He pulled her in for a hug and Zesa wrapped her arms around him, shutting her eyes. “It’s good to have you back. So good.”

"When she came to hand over files, she shared how she ran into some problem earlier, so I made some nonsensical quips to help her feel better. She's a hardworking, intelligent, and amicable presence in this office. We sometimes talk when we run into each other. There's nothing more to it than that." "Well, that's how you should keep it." Scratching the tip of my nose, I offer him a small smile. "Unless you want to be called a hypocrite by me, Finn because if I'm remembering correctly, you had the good sense to put this idea into my head." I run my hand through my hair. "You told me to not fuck everything that moves. I hope you're ready to take your own advice when the situation arises." "It'

Finian never mentioned those chats, and when I asked him about them, he'd simply say Odessa was giving him a little instruction on strategy. The pieces fell into place only as I eavesdropped on them. As I headed toward the training pits, their voices floated through the air into my ears. I halted at the edge of Odessa's tent, standing half-hidden in the shadows. "You are doing well," she was saying; "she trusts you now." I frowned. They could have been talking about anybody, but there was something in the tone that made my skin crawl. Finian's voice had dipped—almost unwillingly. "I know. But—"

Finn said with so much confidence. “You make me laugh,” I sat on the couch, “What will you tell the world? How will you tell Ziora that a hitman, a murderer like you, is her Father? How will you take her away from the man she knows as her father? Go ahead and give me an answer!” “I will explain everything to her, a hitman?” Finn scoffed, “You make it seem like I was a hitman for everyone when you know fully well that I was your hitman.”

“Are you trying to make me horny all day?” “Deal with it like the rest of us, but there was no way I was leaving her like that. At least now we all have something to look forward to later,” Finley says, supporting my weight as I come back down from the best high.

And before I could stop him, he dramatically pretended to lose his balance, his hand grasping the edge of my desk. “Oh, Mr Backwood Save me!’” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You are an idiot.” “A delightfully entertaining one.” “Did you stare into each other’s eyes?” he continued. “Was it in slow motion with a romantic background soundtrack?” “Get out,” I snapped and shot him a look that would’ve made anyone else shut up, but Finley wasn’t anyone else “Don’t even start.” “Oh, I've already started,” he said, that idiotic grin spreading wider. “You? Playing the hero? This is good. I like this.”

Dammit! He forced me, raped me even, but it seemed like I'm good at being submissive to his every whim. What a joke, Irvin? “To be in a relationship with this wealthy guy, he must be kept in control. Sometimes even I couldn't take being so close to him like this." Oliver said sarcastically at Zeke who faked ignorance. "Eh, after the exam, where do you plan to go and celebrate?" Finn asked, I heard him, but I didn't really listen to them.

"What are you talking about? We closed all those loopholes." Sophia maintains her unwavering gaze, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "Did we?" she asked, her voice dripping with confidence. Noticing the shift in Alexander's demeanor, Sophia feels a surge of satisfaction. She turns to leave, but she swiftly moves back towards him. Close enough that he can catch a whiff of the light, alluring fragrance of her Chanel Les Exclusifs Gardenia. Sophia leans in, her eyes captivating as she whispers seductively, "You know, Mr. Stone, I love The Godfather too. But my favorite quote is spoken by Calo. Do you know which one that is? No?"