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?"

"Nothing '' Kristen threw her head back in a wild laugh. She enjoyed messing with him. "Who is there?" The guards inquired, raising their guns and pivoting them around. Due to the party inside, Finnick had double security. They marched forward, their eyes moving around suspiciously. "Hey guys, it is just me." Lennon waved over, and his eyes moved to the girl hiding behind the bushes. If he had called out to them, they would have caught Kristen, and she would be punished. It made him wonder why Finnick would hide one daughter of three from the world.

“Okay.” No interrogation. No overreaction. Just… acceptance. Something in Finn’s shoulders drops because of that. He doesn’t comment on it. But it’s there. Jake stands, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to wake the rest of himself up. “Alright. Food situation?” “There it is,” Liam mutters. “I’m hungry,” Jake defends. “You’re always hungry.” “That’s not relevant.” Finn swings his legs off the couch, testing his weight when he stands. There’s a slight wince.

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.

"No. No. No. Nina, I can't—" "Please, Finn," Nina coughed, blood splattering from her lips. "This is my last request." The guards were pounding on the door now, shouting to be let in. Finn hesitated, anguish tearing at his every feature, but finally, he spoke the most gut-wrenching words I’d ever heard. "I, Finn Ryths Farrow of the White Walkers Pack, reject you, Nina Lilith Thortone of the Moonhowlers Pack..." Wait. What?! Finn's last name was Farrow?! That meant... He was my husband Lucas Farrow's...

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."

"Let's leave right now." But Finn didn't move. Aiden turned to look at him, puzzled. Finn pouted. "I'm hungry." "Ah?"

“No! It’s okay, Mr. Sullivan. You don’t have to do that.” Finnick lowered his head and sighed dejectedly when Rowena said that. “It seems you’re unwilling to forgive me, Ms. Todd. I can now only get to my knees and…” There was no way Rowena would allow him to do that. Besides, this incident had nothing to do with Finnick at all. Kayson gazed at Finnick and narrowed his eyes. ‘Finnick Sullivan, huh? He’s an interesting guy, and he’s sharp.’ “Rowena, since Mr. Sullivan has said so, you should just take it.”

My heart to break… “Would you look at that,” her eyes flicked down from mine to meet Finn’s gaze. “You’ve grown into quite the man. You look just like your father.” “You were banished from Blackwood twelve years ago,” Finn hissed, “You stepping foot over the border gives me the right to kill you.” “You would like that,” she grinned. “Wouldn’t you? Such a violent little thing you were, Finnick. Guess old habits die hard.” “I have no qualms about killing you,” anger radiated from Finn, and it was suffocating, even for me.