Hunger Games Finnick Actor Novels & Stories

"I said hot. You said crush. Fascinating." "Drop it." Objectively, I can’t deny that Noah Hunter is hot. Raven black hair, jade green eyes, long inky lashes, every muscle perfectly defined. He’s not bad if you’re into that kind of thing. Pity he’s such a dick. Finn’s smiling into his beer in a way that makes it clear he’s not dropping the subject for long. I change the subject before he thinks of more bullshit to torture me with. "You said you'd ask around about the people going missing out of town. What'd you turn up?"

“Yo, my bad. Forgot to bring you a rose or something.” Atlas didn’t care about his tone and just looked at him, already munching on an apple. “Naomi, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Naomi had been completely stunned by Finnick’s casual behavior when he came in. She only came back to her senses after Atlas reminded her. “Atlas, this is Finnick Doug, my friend—you met him before.” “Finnick, this is my husband, Atlas Knox.” One was introduced as the husband, the other as a friend—it was obvious Atlas was in a good mood. Finnick, on the other hand, glared at the man through clenched teeth. What a schemer.

He had a tall presence with a handsome face and sharp eyebrows, but his voice was strangely cold. Annie couldn't help but shiver, her instincts telling her that this person did not have good intentions. After speaking softly with Keelin and learning that he was Hubert, Annie began to piece things together. As for Finn, upon hearing this voice, his face immediately revealed his disdain, his teeth gritting as if he were suppressing something. His hands tightened around the fork he was holding. "Thank you for your concern. But I'm still alive and quite comfortable; it seems to have disappointed you," Finn retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“Aren’t you the girl in He squinted his eyes as if he was having trouble placing her in the role of the broomstick-riding teenage witch. Talia smiled. “Yeah, that’s me.” “She’s an actor,” Jack said to Riley. Riley rolled his eyes. “I get that, Dad,” he said in a way Talia knew well and made her smile just the tiniest bit. “I’m Finn,” Finn said, not moving from his spot but putting his arm around the redhead. “This is my fiancée, Peyton.” “Nice to meet you,” Talia said, trying to keep a pleasant smile on her face, even though Finn was looking at her with suspicion.

I thought Lycidas was a great actor, but what he's done in those award-winning films couldn't compare with what Finn's doing right now. "Isn't this what we want?" Lucian sighed. "Leah finally found someone whom she's really in love with and he loves her back." "So why are you bitching about it?" I asked. "I guess I just don't expect this day to come so soon," Lucian mumbled and walked off. I was about to follow him when Finn saw me. I gave him a dark look, and he immediately looked scared, holding Leah tightly in his arms. Nah. Finn isn't in love with Leah. Not yet. He was just faking it because he's afraid of me killing his so-called pimp brother.

She handled the communication between other clans, but I don't remember Dior letting her keep that position. "Typical," Finn comments from the stove, where he is busy dribbling cheese over his minced meat. Riley freezes momentarily. "What do you mean by that?" "Oh, nothing, I just never would have taken you for a rich, spoiled brat who doesn't fight her own battles—who could have known?" "Are you being... Sarcastic?" Finn challenges the angry little lady by smirking at her with glee written all over his face. Riley gasps and Elijah and Brad get up from their chairs, knowing where this will lead if no one stops the two firecrackers.

Finn stared at the photo and just remained silent as he studied every feature of the picture. Keeping his eyes down he just stayed focused. He was starting to think that Gus was the dirty cop that was gunning for Drake and not the other way around, but he wasn't going to let on. "So, how do you explain this Thomas James Finnegan? That is you and Drake in the throes of passion?" Gus was gloating and Finn saw victory in his eyes. His response was not what Gus was expecting, "If you think that is Drake and I then try to prove it in a court of law."

His teeth were bared, just a fraction. "My mistake," Adrian said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "If the pack changes, get my number from Reyes." "Yeah. Get out," Finn muttered. He didn't look away until Adrian vanished into the crowd. Finn’s shoulders remained tight, his spine a rigid line of aggression. "You want to date that hack?" "No." Finn’s posture slumped, just an inch. "Good. He’s a bottom-feeder." "I gathered." "Worse than an arrogant star?"

she growled, striding toward them. Before she could reach Ace, Finn’s hand shot out, wrapping firmly around her throat. He yanked her back against his chest in one fluid motion. “Shhh… don’t shout,” he murmured, his warm breath brushing her ear. His eyes drifted down to her small, beautiful face. “He’s not hurt… yet.” Vivica glared up at him. “What the hell are you doing?” “Oh… just delivering a little justice,” Finn replied, brushing his thumb slowly across her lower lip. “Unfortunately for you, your groom isn’t going to make it to the bridal chamber. He’s now the prime suspect in Basil’s murder.”