Hunger Games Finnick Novels & Stories

That night, after they had been drinking, things went too far between them. Not long after, she became pregnant, and once the child was born, Finnick fell for her completely. He bought her a house, got her settled, and promised her a future, and the three of them built a life that appeared full and happy. I stared at that line for a long time before everything suddenly made sense. No wonder Finnick told me Yvonne had found a good job right after she graduated and was financially independent, so she no longer needed me to send her anything.

Eyes the colour of embers in a dying fire — that deep red that meant something had been burning for a very long time and wasn't done. He had looked at her. Straight through the vision, straight across whatever impossible distance separated their worlds, straight into her — with the flat, assessing focus of something that had never in its existence had to ask for permission. And then he had smiled. It was not a reassuring smile. ✦ ✦ ✦ Seren came back to herself with a gasp, dropping the candle stub. It hit the stone and went out. The room was suddenly, completely dark.

I heaved a sigh, curving a smile on my lips because Selene was eyeing us. I placed the plates on the kitchen island, raising my hand to touch his lips. “Spaghetti sauce,” I uttered nervously, hoping to wipe the sauce on the corner of his mouth, but he caught my hand. I swallowed hard when he licked his lower lip and smiled at me. “You missed it,” I said without breaking our gaze. “Hmm!” Finn muttered, crossing his arms to his chest and tilting his head to see my face. “I wonder how you will wipe that sauce without touching Sky?”

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.

“What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.” My wolf whimpered and whined in my head, begging me to go to our mate. I felt his pain but I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. So I did the only thing I could do. I ran. When Finnick Cross recognizes his mate in 16-year-old Sarah Woods, he is ecstatic to find the girl he loves belongs to him. There is only one problem. She’s too young to recognize him as her mate. Afraid he won’t be able to restrain his wolf from claiming their underage mate, Finnick decides to leave, intending to return and claim her as his on her 18th birthday. But when an unplanned encounter derails his plans, will it be a mistake he can never come

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.

She was wearing a shimmery dress that revealed one of her legs through the slit and it was backless. Why the hell was she dressed for the prom or something? Hunter thought annoyed. The girl shifted on her feet before she quietly sat on the empty sofa to his left. Hunter noticed that the king was glaring at her and to ease up the atmosphere Chief Fernando whispered something in King's ear. Alpha Waylen pulled to his feet, "Let's go, I'm hungry." He said as the girl quickly got to her feet, her head bowed down. Hunter followed the two of them quietly. He couldn't help but mull over the food. What if it was drugged or something? He didn't trust Alpha King one bit.

His gray eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to die here… not like this.” My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice low but steady. --- Hours crawled by in oppressive silence. Then, the basement door creaked open. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Orin descended the stairs, each step slow, the sound echoing in the stale air. He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun.

The spy was caught in the archives at midnight. A young wolf named Finnian, barely seventeen, with sandy hair and a nervous smile that had always reminded Ela of a younger version of Kai. He had been part of the rebellion from the beginning. He had fought beside them in the battle against the Silencer. He had brought Ela tea when she was too exhausted to leave her room. He had asked her about Istanbul once, curious and earnest, wanting to know what the human world was like beyond the academy's walls. She had trusted him. She had liked him. And now he was kneeling in the center of the Council chamber, his hands bound with silver chains, his face pale and wet with tears.