Hunger Games Finnick Novels & Stories

I then screamed into the air, “I am going to kill whoever did this to you!” Finn let out a low chuckle, and while still holding onto his blanket, he pointed a finger over to the other side of the room, and then said, “I think I beat you to it.” I looked over to where he was pointing, and saw a huge guy that had been mauled to death. I smiled, not because a fellow hunter was dead, but that my son was able to protect himself. I felt proud of him, and so did Mina. With my anger subsiding a little, I descended and walked over to the glass, and then sat down facing Finn. He shuffled forwards so that the only thing between us was the thick glass. I placed my hand on the glass and he did the same,

Victoria's face turned deathly pale with anger, and her entire body trembled. "Nonsense! I don't even know you!" But Finnick remained completely unfazed. "You don't know me, but your mother certainly does. Back in our village, everyone knew your mother was my sweetheart. "If I hadn't been unable to scrape together enough money for the bride price, we'd have gotten married long ago. "I spent two years working away from home to save enough money to marry Audrey. But when I came back, she'd already married another man.

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

No wonder Finn would rather live on the streets than stay there. He crawled toward me on his knees. "Mom… Have you seen my mom?" So, he didn't even recognize me. Since leaving Melvin and him behind, I'd dropped nearly 20 pounds and gotten my looks back. Neil gave me a quick look. "Who's the kid?" I shook my head. "No clue. Never seen him." Then, Finn seemed to recognize my voice. His face lit up with hope, only to fall apart in desperate sobs. "Mom, I was wrong… I'm so hungry. I want your honey-glazed pork chops… please take me home… Mom…"

Finally, she moved downwards and gave some attention to his little brother. The moment she touched it, it throbbed between her fingers. She looked at Finn with a smile. However, the smile froze when she saw him. His eyes were deep and dark. He looked like a predator that wanted to tear her into pieces and sever her meat. She gasped and swallowed hard. “Does it feel uncomfortable?” She asked, trying to make things right. But Finn just stared back at her for a while. “What do you think?” He finally asked and sat up. “I want you, now!”

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.

Only God knows where they are but one thing is sure, they're making out or even fucking. I cringed my nose at the second idea. Finn, of course, didn’t notice or maybe he did and just didn’t care. Or he's used to it by now. He plopped his tray beside mine and stole half my fries like we’d been doing this for years. I shot him a murderous glance. This is the only thing I'm practically eating all day. “You should try smiling,” he said casually, chewing. “You look like you're about to kill me right now for stealing your food.”

“But I was overthrown by my own twin brother, Fintan. He poisoned me and left me for dead in the woods. That’s how Adrian’s men found me, and how I ended up under your care. I’m no longer an Alpha in the eyes of my pack, but I will get my revenge. I’m going to take back what belongs to me.” I look at him, feeling overwhelmed. “But how do you even plan to do that?” Finn steps forward and stares at me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. Finley is good looking in a different way. He has brown/red hair that covers his forehead, he’s tall and muscly, his face is hard and his crooked nose just adds to the touch of danger he possesses. He stretches his hand out toward me. After a second of

VAL Call it a "hate-knotting" or a collision of rivals. Label it whatever helps you sleep. But in my entire life, I had never been hunted, claimed, or wanted like that. The way Finn fought his own instinct just to make sure I went over the edge first—it was a neon sign telling me how much he hungered for me. Most Alphas look right through me, but last night, I was the only thing in Finn’s universe. I liked it. I liked it way too much.

North ordered, well he sounded like a boss Why they have a hiding place? Are they some group of kidnappers? So if they kidnap me that means no one will know where the hell I am? "Hi I'm West Great Zyryl Collin Zubeldia nice to meet you!" he cheerfully introduced his self to me and even offered me his hand but I didn't accept it "Oh men, she's like an ice, is she still alive North?" West asked, why? Do I look dead? “Penelope right?” the guy who is driving asked