Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Finnick

If you’re even one minute late, I’ll send the next dose to a different hospital and I’ll make sure your wife gets a nice video of you begging for my cock. Finn’s stomach dropped. His cock twitched involuntarily at the memory, even as fresh tears burned his eyes. He deleted the messages, but the threat remained burned into his mind. From the kitchen, Lena called out softly, “Breakfast is getting cold, honey.” Finn leaned his forehead against the cool tile, the weight of his double life crushing him. He was trapped and the worst part was… some dark, broken piece of him was already aching to return to Magnus tonight.

he said I saw Mel losing the rope tied to her and immediately she grabbed the Omega to the ground Lukas use the distraction to throw a digger to the leader and he fell to the ground Lukas rushed to me and set me free while Peter held the leader to the ground. I hugged Lukas “ Thanks for saving me” I said still hugging me I saw the leader pushed Peter away and grabbed a gun to shoot Lukas I stand in front of it I heard the sound of the gun Everyone shouted and I saw my mate dug out the heart of the leader He came to me quickly and held me tight “ Jessica pls don't close your eyes. Stay with me pls" I saw Lukas weak for the first time I black out

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.

CASSANDRA I was a little taken aback by Finnick’s serious request. His face appeared timid, yet his tone was solemn, much more solemn than a child’s should have been. As I studied his expression, I felt ashamed of myself for borderline neglecting my son these days. I’d been so immersed in this undercover business that I didn’t have much time to talk with Finnick, aside from our daily goodnight kiss. When I shifted my gaze, I realized I’d left Helene’s map on the table not too far away.

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"

“Well, if you like her so much, why don't you go for her and let me be, hmm?” He raised both his hands up as he surrendered. “Woah, hold on, she's yours, remember?” “Not anymore.” I paused and slowly closed my locker. “Don't you have something else to do, Ace?” He nodded. “I do, but I wanted to speak to you about Finn. I kept digging for more information about him. Turns out he's a nobody from the—” “Cut it out. He's human too.” Ace stared at me, face pale in surprise.

Somehow ending up in a cleaning frenzy, I clean the bathrooms, lounge room, and even the kitchen, much to mum's surprise. After keeping myself busy and Finn only venturing out of his room to get a packet of chips, the time goes by quickly. I watch two episodes of the show I'm watching on Netflix and then it's dinner time. I sit across from Finn, who is scowling down at his plate, looking irritated. "Finn," I say softly. He shakes his head at me and I sag in my seat. Mum sits at the head of the table, like always, and passes out the cutlery. I mumble a thank you as I begin to swirl the spaghetti in my fork.

Finn’s voice came behind me as I gasped, turning to look at him. He walked into the room with clutches, in a short and white t-shirt. I choked back my tears as I let go of Gabriel’s hand. ‘Finn!” I rushed towards him as he chuckled, letting go of his clutches as he hugged me tight. ‘Oh my god, you are fine and alive,” I said as he chuckled, pulling me back, as he cupped my face. “I told you I don’t die easily,” he smirked as I chuckled, turning to Gabriel.

Caspian Finnick was standing in my kitchen, wearing shorts and frying an egg while he poured hot chocolate into my favorite mug. How did he even know that was my favorite mug? The tattoo I’d noticed earlier brushed up his back to his right shoulder, dark and inky against his bronze skin. “Are you done?” I lifted my eyes and saw that he was staring at me. “Or do you need me to pose?” My pussy throbbed and I leaned against the door. “Pose.” He watched me as he cocked his hips to the side playfully, then walked towards me and caught my lips with his.

He simply opened his eyes, those shifting, liquid silver eyes—and looked at me like he’d lived a thousand lives and remembered each one. And then he reached for me. I pulled him into my arms, tears running freely down my cheeks. “I missed you,” I whispered. “Every second.” He didn’t respond. Just held me. Like he was the adult. Like *he* knew what I needed. Later, as he slept again—peacefully this time—I found Finnick on the roof of the longhouse, staring out toward the distant peaks. The mountains were trembling. He saw me approach and didn’t turn.