Hunger Games Finnick Odair 소설 & 이야기

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.

It fed the void inside her. "Higher," she whispered. Finn moved forward on his knees. He kissed her thigh. His hands gripped her waist, clumsy and desperate. He bracketed her on the edge of the bed, his face level with hers. Miya grabbed his shoulders. She dug her nails into his tunic. She looked at his red, adoring face. And suddenly, the triumph turned to ash. Because he wasn't Oreon. He was just a boy. A servant. A substitute.

The crowd murmured in astonishment. Evelyn fell back, panting. She won. Odessa’s lips turned slightly up in a smile. “You might actually be kind of useful after all.” Evelyn said nothing. A moment later, Odessa had walked away and was replaced by someone else. "You seemed to handle yourself rather well," said Finian with an unreadable face. Evelyn looked at him. He was unlike everyone else in this regard. He did not treat her as any sort of outsider, and if anything, he was the only one who did not seem to act as if she belonged in deep need of extermination.

"Help me! Finn! Anyone! Dior is harassing me!" Finn calmly walks down the stairs and then dries a fake tear away from his eye upon seeing us. "Ah, it's so lovely seeing young love so early in the morning!" "No, it's not young love!" Dior is tickling my sides, and I swear I just peed a little—so fucking humiliating! Yet I can't stop laughing. "Finn, help me! Dior is trying to murder me!" Finn ignores me by walking to the fridge, and Dior smirks at me, wiggling his eyebrows with a devilish glint in his eye. "Looks like your bodyguard has left your side, princess—whatever will you do?"

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.

Marais went first, flashing through the underbrush like a golden specter. One man barely had time to scream before her fangs found his throat.Simone was next, slamming another to the ground with surprising strength, her voice low and fierce as she fed. Odessa took the last one—fast, efficient, draining him until his heartbeat stuttered and failed. Her golden eyes glowed like twin suns in the dark. When it was done, they stood together in the clearing, blood staining their lips and hands.“For Junie,” Odessa said softly. “For Junie,” Simone and Marais echoed.

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!"

“But please, let my son go. Please.” The man stared at me for a moment and then ran his hand through his black hair. “Fine,” he replied, and then he signaled at the young woman. “Let the child go.” The woman released her hold and Finnick rushed to me with impressive speed. “Mommy!” Finnick exclaimed as he ran right into me. “It’s okay, baby,” I tried to soothe him as he began to cry. “Shhh.” Finnick’s body wracked with sobs and I held him close. This was a nightmare, the kind that only Anemond could provide.

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.

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.