Hunger Games Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

My mate, Ethan Rickman, is an Omega without a wolf. No official position is willing to hire him. That means we live in poverty, but I've always believed that our love can overcome anything. Seven years after our mating, hunger drives me and our son, Theo Rickman, to dig through trash bins late at night, looking for food. Theo moves quickly and quietly. He's become skilled at it. With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!"

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.

I still struggle to believe she came out of Alicia. Turk runs through his list and Finch finally calls an end to the meeting. When we are alone with the door closed, he walks me to the couch in his office and makes me cum twice before we straighten our clothes for lunch. “We can fucking smell it,” Anderson gags as we sit at the table. “Breath deep and get used to it,” I tell them. Juliet- Savage. I like it. Finch chuckles and gets me a plate of food. I dive in.

“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.

"No. No. No. Nina, I can't—" "Please, Finn," Nina coughed, blood splattering from her lips. "This is my last request." The guards were pounding on the door now, shouting to be let in. Finn hesitated, anguish tearing at his every feature, but finally, he spoke the most gut-wrenching words I’d ever heard. "I, Finn Ryths Farrow of the White Walkers Pack, reject you, Nina Lilith Thortone of the Moonhowlers Pack..." Wait. What?! Finn's last name was Farrow?! That meant... He was my husband Lucas Farrow's...

“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

Caleb had a dark expression on his face as he said, “God, my ass! Isn’t he simply failing to appreciate kindness when it is given to him?!” There was a young lad who was only fourteen to fifteen years old behind Caleb. He was Hugh’s biological brother, and his name was Finnick. At this time, he was dumbfounded as he said, “This… This is clearly what my classmate often refer to as the ‘King of all Bullsh*t’. Even if it means death, he has to continue being pretentious! He’s truly amazing!” Caleb smacked him on his head directly as he reprimanded him, “You pretend to be who you are not when you go to school every day, and you’re even attending the best Eton High, yet this is what you’re f*ckin

If it wasn’t for the obvious erection he had when we were in the room, I’d assume he was completely unaffected by her. I wished she came with us to eat dinner, but I understood she didn’t eat food and there was no reason to pretend in a camp full of wolves. I just wanted to spend more time with her. Could you blame me? She was perfect and all I wanted to do was be near her. “I miss Aria already,” Finn said wistfully. “Me too,” Marcus grumbled. “What a bunch of simps,” Zach muttered. “Hey! You were the biggest simp of us all!” Finn defended himself.

Kimberly accepted the bowl with a bright smile, lifted a spoon to her lips, and took a sip while Finnick observed her closely. “How is it?” he asked smoothly. She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “It tastes incredible!” Finnick smiled, satisfied. “Aren’t you going to have some too?” she asked, looking across at his still-empty plate. “You haven’t eaten a single bite, Finn. Do you even eat real food? I swear I don't think I’ve ever seen you eat since I got here.” “I eat when I feel like it,” he replied casually. Reaching over, he took a spoon from her bowl and tasted the soup himself.

His teeth were bared, just a fraction. "My mistake," Adrian said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "If the pack changes, get my number from Reyes." "Yeah. Get out," Finn muttered. He didn't look away until Adrian vanished into the crowd. Finn’s shoulders remained tight, his spine a rigid line of aggression. "You want to date that hack?" "No." Finn’s posture slumped, just an inch. "Good. He’s a bottom-feeder." "I gathered." "Worse than an arrogant star?"