Finnick Odair Quotes Novels & Stories

“You just decided to ruin me.” He laughed softly, unbothered, stretching like some smug cat. “You told me to go harder, remember?” I groaned again, shoving the nearest pillow at his chest. “Don’t you dare throw my words back at me right now.” He caught the pillow effortlessly, grin spreading wider. “I’m just saying, I was being obedient. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t hold back, Ethan.’ So I didn’t.” My face burned. “Oh my God, stop quoting me!”

I replied, “yet you thrive in moments of attention.” He placed a hand over his chest. “Lies. I am humble.” I looked at him. He broke first, laughing. “Okay, fine. I like winning.” “So did Lucian,” I said. The words landed between us. Finn didn’t stiffen. That was new. “He would’ve hated tonight,” Finn said after a moment. “Too quiet. Not enough bloodshed.” “He would have pretended to hate it,” I corrected. “But he would have stayed nearby. Watching.”

"Yea Finn, I just washed it, and u shouldn't be surprised am a pro in driving bro" Finn nodded in affirmation with food in his mouth, but finally managed to speak after swallowing the large portion in his mouth. "How I wish I get Lexus like this too, I'm tired of that fucking muzzle, like I need to level up so I can , get any lady I want and wish to get." Enzo , smiled and replied to Finn, "guy I feel you right , those girls need to be fucked, like fuck them mercilessly, let them be unable to Walk the next morning."

Jax asked, mostly out of obligation, not belief. Fin rolled his eyes. "She was reciting rhyming riddles like an intoxicated nursery witch. Nothing she said made sense." "Right?" Jax agreed too quickly. "All that 'before seven suns' and 'doom and death' crap. Please. Half the drunks in the southern quarter say the same thing when you ask where the bathroom is." Fin grunted. "She's lucky she didn't try that on me." "Oh, absolutely," Jax said. "You'd have stared at her and she would've apologized to the furniture."

Finn said with a lethal precision that cut straight to the core of my deepest fears. "He kicked you out into the freezing rain because you refused to become a soulless corporate robot like him." "He wanted me to dump you to save a public relations deal and I told him to go to hell," I reminded him while the memory of the screaming match flashed through my tired mind. "Exactly," Finn agreed while pointing a firm finger right at the center of my chest. "You gave up a billion-dollar inheritance just to defend my honor and now you are trying to dump me in an alley behind a dive bar."

Finch huffs as he puts on his cufflinks. Juliet- If it bothers you say it. Out Loud. Say it. Me- It’s fine. I think it is all habit. Juliet- I can read your mind. Say it. Me- No, and you better not say it either. I mean it, Juliet. Don’t start a fight today. Juliet- Fine. But if you don’t talk to him soon, I will. I can actually feel her pouting. “WOW,” Finch says, looking at me. “You look amazing.”

Reaching the top is difficult, but not entirely impossible for someone exceptional. Finnian laughed again, his tone laced with mockery. "Ha! People like that might exist, but if you think it's so simple to charge straight up, you're deluding yourself. It's absurdly reckless. "Go ahead, give it a shot. Let's see what you're capable of." His gaze brimmed with amusement, as if he expected Adrian to fail spectacularly and was eager to watch. Adrian paused, taken aback by the comments. Although he wasn't entirely confident, the look in Finnian's eyes pushed him to act. He had to prove himself.

Finn asked, his voice small. “They won’t,” I said firmly, pulling him into the hug as well. “No one’s taking you anywhere. I promise.” Luna sniffled against my shoulder, and Finn mumbled something into my shirt. “What was that, Finn?” I asked, pulling back slightly to look at him. “I said…” He hesitated, his cheeks flushing. “I said I think they’re kinda cool. But they’re not as cool as you.” I laughed softly, brushing his hair back from his face. “Good answer.”

I plan on it, and it will be a damn good one, and I will strike when he least expects it. “Don’t says a fucking word.” I sneer. “I guess the shiny sparkly look doesn’t carry over to your personality.” Quade states. “I thought it would be worse,” Whitney says. “Thankfully, most of that shit washed out.” I point out.

‘Your an idiot’ ‘What now Finn?’ ‘Do you have any idea what you said?’ ‘I told her to accept us, Finn. I begged her.’ ‘How did I get cursed with such a stupid human?’ ‘Don’t call me stupid!’ I down the glass of whiskey fast wanting to drown out Finn’s pestering. I can hear him trying to say something but I am feeling a lil fuzzy. Wow this whiskey must be stronger than I am used to. I am not stopping here though and pour another drink wanting to drown out this rejection. I just take another drink of my whiskey when there is a knock on my door.