Sam Claflin As Finnick Novels & Stories

He asked, grinning as he tapped his pen against the table. I didn’t need to respond to him, since his eyes darted toward Cindy and back at me mischievously. “You’re so bad.. bro,” he giggled. “Where’s Finnick?” I countered, sliding into my seat. “He just gave us a stupid assignment and dipped. So you’re good,” Anthony assured. Then, before I could even process that, he turned around and called out, “Clara, Bea, get over here I’ve got an idea.”

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.

I lick my lips and look at him from the corner of my eye. "Am I your mate," I ask trying not to sound desperate. Finley shakes his head almost sadly. He looks toward the hallway that leads to our bedrooms before speaking again. "Claire is Lewis's mate, but you aren't mine... (he looks back at me with sad eyes) I met my mate a while back. She is the one I was talking about at the gym... She didn't want me. She had already chosen a life partner by the time we met each other. She chose to go against her inner animal and stay with him. It took me a while to get over. In fact I thought I never would get over it. But then as luck would have it I had to take Stan to the emergency room and I met thi

DIRTY CLUB DAY. Finn didn't move from where he was standing. He had his hands holding each other in front of him, head bowed, but eyes secretly fixed on Claire, and lips stretched into a smile. He looked no different from a woman in her prime with the only black thing on him, his hair.

This is the last thing Fala is able to muster before she can't stand any longer, she falls to the ground and passes out. Cloven walks up to her, his breathing becomes heavy as his adrenaline kicks in. He looks over her body with pleasure of his work, but something inside him deeply regrets the actions that he took. 'What do I say when Fenrir finds out about this? Fala is one of his favorite underlings and I went and messed it all up. But I can fix it, yes, this can all be fixed if she can't tell Fenrir anything.' Cloven pulls out a dagger and grips it tightly in his hand before he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"The Holcher family is even more mysterious than the Hollis family. Naturally, you haven’t paid attention to them." After a moment, he continued, "There are three hidden families—Hollis, Dragomir, and Holloway." At the mention of the Holloway family, Finnick’s voice clearly carried a note of disgust. Naomi immediately sensed something off about his tone. Given his familiarity with hidden families, it was likely that Finnick had some connection with them. Before Naomi could ask more, Finnick confessed, "Naomi, I’m from the Holloway family." ***

“Samantha Blake is now the de facto president of FinCorp.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. President? The word felt foreign, heavy, like a burden I hadn’t asked for. I hadn’t wanted this. But now it was mine, and there was no turning back. Beside me, Jack’s hand found mine. His touch was steady, grounding, a silent reassurance that I wasn’t alone in this. “You’ve got this,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with determination. Across the table, Clara’s eyes burned with fury. She sank back into her chair, her lips curling into a venomous smile. “This isn’t over,” she muttered, her words a quiet but unmistakable threat.

Ethan roared, his frustration echoing through the empty room. Claire’s faint scent lingered in the air, mingling with Gale’s. Ethan’s eyes glowed crimson as his jaw tightened. Christopher Gale had stolen Claire. With a guttural cry, Ethan shattered the furniture in the room. The walls trembled under his wrath. He had to find her—no way would he let Christopher get away with this. Not this time.

But then again this was a wolf gathering so it wouldn't be surprising. "This is Claire" Jacobi said with a cold and hard glare on his face. There seemed to have been some form of communication going on, because Marcus immediately shifted his stance from playful to professional in a minute "I'm Marcus, Liliana's older brother" "And soon to be alpha of the moon hill pack" his father said, slapping him on the back. One of Jacobi's gaurds walked towards us and whispered something inaudible in his ear. "Excuse me" he said. His gaze lingered on me for a second and I smiled reassuringly at him. It was a gesture that said " go I'll be fine". He seemed to understand, and he walked out, with his gaurd