Hunger Games Finnick Actor Novels & Stories

His eyes lock with Hunter's, reflecting a mix of anger, disappointment, and determination. Hunter looks at Finrir disappointingly, not fully realizing the gravity of the situation, and argues, "But this one is dead. They won't miss it." Finrir's eyes widen in alarm, teetering on the edge of losing his temper. In a tense moment, Finrir extends his hand, his fingers curved like claws, reaching toward Hunter's hair as if to forcefully drag him out. But Hunter, recognizing the seriousness in Finrir's gaze, understands that obedience is crucial.

Hope flared in my chest. I turned around and saw Finn standing there, covered in ash, his clothes singed and torn. I ran over in joy and surprise, dropped into a half-crouch, and wrapped him in a tight hug. Michael looked like he'd been struck by lightning. He stared in disbelief at Finn, who was a smaller version of himself. A flash of irritation flickered in Lucy's eyes, but she quickly composed herself and feigned shock. "This is…"

Finn pulls me to the soft couch so I sit in shock and let my head flop at this Finn guy who looks exactly like Killian only a thuggish type He must know I work for Killian "No" I breath out and Finn sits his buff arms spread apart on the couch to look directly at me "I don't work for Killian anymore" I state dryly Finn smirks "Does he know you came here?" He pulls a beer from a chilled bucket so I quickly drink as much as possible because alcohol might give me some confidence before the hot rich dude gives me a face full of rejection. Finn sits next to me staring silently and the music outside is muffled until he suddenly reaches under the low wooden coffee table between us.

I didn't play the part well. Finn stands, pulling a gun from his jacket, his grin wicked. “You’re so predictable, Nyx. You and that stupid waiter, passing signals like I wouldn’t notice? You’re just like Mason. You are too dumb, trusting and weak. I should thank you for making this easy though. I was wondering how to get to you and here you are, delivering yourself to me.” Finn declares with a grin. I glare at him, letting my expressions tell him that he is the person I hate the most in this world.

“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.”

He stalked a deliberate path to the seat beside me, his wolf coiling inside him, and probably mine, responding to the magnetic pull between us. Finn lounged against the far wall, arms crossed, grin teasing and unrepentant. He winked at me, flicking a paper at my desk like a child daring me to react. My lips twitched in spite of myself. Gunner appeared moments later, carrying a stack of food with an exaggerated, theatrical flourish. “Thought you’d be hungry,” he said, setting it in front of me. His dark eyes held a glimmer of humor and warning, but my wolf pressed against him, hungry for more than just his attention.

It was only the first one and already I struggled to come down from it. “Damn that’s a beautiful sight!” Finnick exclaimed, drawing my attention. “Never seen anything prettier than your face when you come, kitten.” He had scooted down to lean on his side, his pants pulled low around his hips, freeing his cock. He was staring at me while he stroked himself in long, lazy strokes. Pre-cum leaked from his throbbing tip and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to taste him. “Oh no, princess. you don’t get any of your holes filled right now.” Zayne reprimanded.

Mason Owens Smith Scarlett Ellie Carter Chelsey Joan McGrath Stacey Joanelle McGrath Adriel Amy Davidson Finn Jake Smith Camilla Claire Roberts Kayla Mya Ashton Dylan Asher Sean Ivan Eric Dayton "So the competition where our representatives will be chosen is tomorrow. You all can leave now." "Finn you didn't tell me that you will be participating in the competition." "Well I didn't think that was necessary, I know you are not worried about me being in the competition you are surprised that Stacey also enrolled," Finn stated. "Well I am surprised because I know that Stacey doesn't like such competitions and you don't as well no offense, but I don't get why you and Adriel are interested in the

Those blue eyes, usually so controlled, were burning with a hunger that made my breath catch. "You want to watch?" Luke asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. "I want to do more than watch," I said. The corner of Luke's mouth curved. Not a smile exactly. Something darker. A promise. Finn turned to face me fully, his back against Luke's chest. Luke's arms wrapped around him from behind, his mouth finding the side of Finn's neck. Finn's eyes never left mine as Luke's teeth scraped his skin. "Come here then," Finn breathed.

Seeing this, Finn's mind went blank, overwhelmed by the display of strength. Crash! The marble windowsill crumbled into powder, falling to the ground. Finn gasped, his eyes filled with fear. Kim Jong-tae's face remained calm as he looked at Finn, saying, "I may disdain small people like you, but I don't want to waste time either." His gaze first fell on Finn's wife, Maxine Daines, on the bed, implying that he would kill her if Kiran didn't come. Finn was furious and shouted, "Go back and tell Park Sung-nam that I no longer care about life and death. Kill me if you want!"