𝑻𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒈 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒉 is angry. Angry at the world, at their father and at the people who chose to look the other way, to ignore them, their silent pleas for help. The only way to deal with his anger is to take it out on the person who's collateral damage. Because Darragh Holland hopes he could just scratch his last name off like a birthmark if he tries hard enough. But, Darragh? He's angry too, he sees his best friend, Amber Keane, his Amber, his always almost, laughing softer when Tadhg Lynch is around. They claim to hate each other. Everyone around them knows better. ⋆୨♡୧⋆ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆 is perfect. On the outside, she's smiling the way people do who've learned it's safer than telling the truth. Keeping her grades neat, her hair perfect and her jokes always appropriate. Inside, she's running out of places to put her pain She watched her father, dead, with a needle still warm in his arm. Her mother turning into something sharp edged and cruel. She learned how footsteps can sound different at night. How the air catches in your throat when you're alone with someone you shouldn't be afraid of. She learned how to be quiet. How to disappear without leaving. ⋆୨♡୧⋆ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 finally cracks. It's not loud, it's a quiet, devastating moment. Where her laughter fails her, where the walls she's built give away. And Tadhg watches history threaten to repeat itself. In the girl who pretends to be perfect. pretends to be unbreakable.

In a world where the scars left by the Hunger Games never truly heal, Auren, a survivor from District 11, finds herself thrust into the horrors of a new edition of the Games. Taken from a life of semi-survival, she is forced to face once more the brutality of the arena. Alone, vulnerable, and surrounded by danger, Auren must navigate the treacherous landscape where alliances are fragile and trust is a luxury she cannot afford. Finnick Odair X (fem oc)

Caden Holland. Honest to God - if trouble had a face, it'd be his. Always arguing. Always correcting. Like he's convinced he's the smartest lad in the room, even when he's talking pure shite. He's got those eyes - dark, quiet, watching everything but never giving anything back. You'd swear he's judging you for breathing wrong. And people talk, don't they? Junkie. Dealer. Bad news. All whispered, but loud enough so you know exactly who they're on about. So I've promised myself one thing: stay away. No smiles. No chats. No pity. Because lads like him drag storms behind them - and you don't even realise you're drowning until you're already under. He's dangerous. Not the loud, show-off kind. The quiet kind. The kind that makes you feel seen and threatened all at once. And I swear on my life - I'm not getting pulled into whatever darkness follows Caden Holland around. *** Mallory Lynch. The name alone sits wrong in my mouth, like something sour. Daughter of the man who put my da behind bars - that's what I was raised on. Fact, not feeling. She doesn't look like danger. That's the trick. She laughs too easily, tilts her head when she listens, pretends she doesn't see the way rooms shift when she walks in. There's a crack in her somewhere. You can hear it if you listen past the cool-girl act. A quiet panic. Secrets rattling around behind her ribs. My plan? Simple. Keep my head. Stay patient. People like her eventually show you who they really are. And when she does - when the truth cracks wide open - I'll be there to watch the Lynch name drop lower than ours ever did. Not out of anger. Out of balance. Because Mallory Lynch smiles like she has nothing to hide - and I know for a fact she's hiding everything.

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Brian O'Neill. The coldest fella Tommen's has ever seen-or so they say. And I get it. He walks down the halls like he owns the place, never says much unless he has to, face like it's carved out of marble, always unreadable. He's like a winter prince-untouchable, a bit terrifying, and way too beautiful to be real. But he's mine. He's my boyfriend. He makes my heart beat like a bloody war drum every time he so much as looks at me with that stormy gaze of his. Protective to a fault. He'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his siblings safe. They're everything to him-his whole bleeding heart, even if he acts like he hasn't got one. And he fights. Not schoolyard scuffles. Not rugby scraps. I'm talking about underground, illegal fights. The kind you don't talk about. The kind you pray he walks away from. *** Daisy Biggs. If sunshine had a body and a runway walk, it'd be her. She's Ireland's it girl-covers of magazines, Vogue campaigns, CHANEL deals before she was even out of third year. Everyone knows her name. Every girl wants to be her, and every lad stares a bit too long when she walks past. But she's mine. She's my girlfriend. Yeah-me. The cold bastard with blood on his knuckles and bruises under his hoodie. I don't know how I pulled her, honest to God. Maybe 'cause she sees something in me no one else bothers to look for. But we keep it quiet. No one at Tommen's knows. Can't risk the papers finding out, or the other students. She's soft with me. Gentle in a way that makes me forget I've got cuts across my ribs or a busted lip. When I show up to her place, bleeding or shaking or just not right in the head after a fight, she never freaks. She just pulls me in, cleans me up, and wraps her arms around me like I'm something worth saving. I know she hates the fights. Hates what they do to me. Hates what I have to do to win. But what am I supposed to do? When you've got a da who treats you like a weapon, you learn real quick that choices are a luxury.

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

When Sadie Byers' little brother goes missing, her world shatters and the truth that follows is far worse than she ever imagined. Monsters. Another dimension. Hawkins bleeding into something unrecognizable. As Sadie joins forces with her friends to uncover what's really happening to their town, danger isn't the only thing she didn't expect. She's falling for the one person she shouldn't. Her best friend's ex. In a town where survival isn't guaranteed and nothing stays buried for long, some feelings are just as dangerous as the monsters lurking in the dark.

When Rick Grimes' group slaughters everyone at the Saviors' satellite outpost, Mariana Foster's world ends. Her father's body is left among the dead - another nameless casualty in someone else's war. Negan finds her in the aftermath: angry, broken, and ready to burn the world that took her family. Under his protection, she becomes one of the high ranking saviors, loyal to him above all else. When Negan sets out to punish the people who killed her father, Mariana doesn't hesitate to help. She scouts the roads, helps set the traps, and watches as the killers who destroyed her home fall to their knees in the dirt. To her, it isn't cruelty - it's justice. In a world where mercy means weakness, Mariana Foster doesn't want forgiveness. She wants revenge.