Hunger Games Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

"Eat your food." Arya obediently reached for a piece of meat. Before she could take it, Daxiel picked it up first and brought it to her lips. Without thinking, she leaned forward and took a bite. Finn watched the interaction silently. His blue eyes grew colder. Daxiel noticed immediately. Their gazes met. For a brief moment, the air itself seemed to crackle. Neither looked away. The tension was suffocating. Then— "FINNNNN!" A loud scream shattered the atmosphere.

"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?"

“Take my clothes off. Slowly.” Finn and Ash worked together. They unbuttoned his vest and his shirt. Finn’s hands shook as he undid Daddy’s belt. They took off all his clothes, leaving him naked. His body was hard and muscled. His dick was thick, hard, and leaking. “Finn, you were good,” Elias said, stroking Finn’s hair. “You get a reward. Suck my dick. Show me how much you want it.” Finn didn't wait. He leaned forward and put the head of Daddy’s dick in his mouth. He moaned at the taste. He licked the leaking fluid and then took it deeper, trying to take the whole thing.

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.

Finn just winked, smug beyond all reason. After class, Finn insisted on escorting me across campus. Halfway there, Gunner intercepted us on the courtyard steps. He held out a steaming paper bag. “You didn’t eat.” My heart squeezed. “I had tea.” “That’s not food.” Gunner pushed the bag gently into my hands and gave my cheek a fast, firm kiss before Finn could protest. But Finn did protest—dramatically. “That’s cheating,” Finn said. “I was walking her.” “And I’m feeding her,” Gunner replied simply.

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.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

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!"

he said. * * * Giovani wiped his nose on the back of his hand and pulled himself to his feet. Cadence was crumpled on top of the bed nearby, her head bleeding, her eyes closed, and Gibbon was standing in the doorway of the cage. He didn’t know if he should run in fear or barter with his monster. He may have never seen The Hunger Games, but he had read Frankenstein. Giovani slunk back into the corner of the room, his gun in his hand, and waited to see what Gibbon would do.