"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨." - 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚 "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤." - 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙩 Garret Graham x fem oc Warning: sexual themes, drugs, violence, strong language, abuse Off Campus. I do not own the characters, all rights go to Elle Kennedy. I only own Katie Reyes and her plot.

Tadhg lynch doesn't do feelings. He does trouble. And saying exactly the wrong thing at the right time. Sixteen, mouthy, and impossible to handle, Tadhg is the kind of boy teachers warn you about- and girls don't listen. Then there's Bethany Gibson. She talks too much and laughs too loud. Acts like nothing in her life has ever gone wrong. He doesn't believe it. And for some reason, he can't leave her alone. What starts as messing with her turns into something else- something a lot harder to ignore. Because Bethany's hiding something. And Tadhg's starting to look a little too closely.

Erin Lynch has claws - she's stubborn, strong-willed, and fiercely protective of her brothers in the toxic environment they call home. But beneath that armor, she hides scars and secrets she works hard to keep buried, especially from her family. ⸻ Hughie Biggs, the golden boy - the son every parent dreams of: top of his class, athletic, and the definition of a gentleman, though that perfection can be a bit suffocating. ⸻ Their worlds collide when their little sisters become friends. Erin never wanted to open up, and Hughie can't help but try to uncover the layers of this girl - something about her captivates him in a way no one else ever has. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Hughie Biggs x Fem OC

Lyla Murphy has never had an easy life. After losing both of her parents to addiction, she was sent to live a real life hell. Foster care. For years she lived in home after home, each parent worse than the last. It was miserable for her. She had to find an escape before it took her life. Unfortunately, she could only find a mental escape. The same one her parents relied on. Everything changes for her the moment she lands in Cork, Ireland. Here she'll not only meet the first family she's ever had, but also a guy who would do anything for her. But just her luck, that boy happens to be her older brother's best friend. Which means he is totally off limits. Except he is oh so hot.

Joey bloody Lynch. The local junkie of Elk Terrace and, lucky me, my next-door neighbour. When I first moved here, I'll admit, I was curious. I mean, he's got that whole brooding, strung-out thing going on. I used to wonder, what's his deal? Who is he, really? What's the story behind the lanky lad who looks like he hasn't eaten in three days and acts like the world owes him something? Well, spoiler alert: he's a walking disaster. Personality-wise, he's an absolute car crash. Rude. Arrogant. Moody as sin. Honestly, one year. That's what Auntie Lisa promised. And then I can go. Back to London. Back to people who actually know how to hold a conversation without twitching every five seconds. But here I am, stuck in some grim corner of Ireland with Joey Lynch keeping me awake every bloody night. He's in my head like a bad pop song. And maybe that's what hate does. It doesn't burn hot-it festers. Keeps you up. Gnaws at you. And yet, for some infuriating reason, I can't look away. *** Olivia bleedin' Smith. Lives right next door, and thinks she's queen of the estate. Walks around like she's got a crown on her head and diamonds in her shoes. You'd take one look at her and think, "Ah, she's sweet. Bit posh. Keeps her head down." But nah. That girl's got fire in her belly and a tongue like a feckin' dagger. She's the type that'll look you dead in the eye, tell you exactly what she thinks of you, and not even flinch. And trust me, she's told me plenty. Thinks she's above it all - above me. Gives me this look sometimes, like I'm some grubby stain on her fancy trainers. All sharp jawlines and pouty lips, always flicking her hair like she's in some perfume ad. She's insufferable. Stubborn as hell. Always has to have the last word. And yet... there's something about her. Something I can't shake. She's like nicotine. One glare from her and I'm hooked. Can't decide if I want to scream at her or kiss her just to shut her up.

Inspiriert von den Winterwonderlandromanen "Like snow we fall" und "Like fire we burn" geschrieben von Ayla Dade, habe ich diese Geschichte geschrieben. Wer Poesie und das knistern vom Feuer im Kamin liebt, der ist hier genau richtig. Die Charaktere und die Grundhandlung gehören mir. Die Bücher dienten zur Inspiration. Ruby und Kayden könnten unterschiedlicher nicht sein. Sie, ein Mädchen mit Hoffnung im Gepäck, das einen Neuanfang wagt. Er, ein Eishockeyprofi, dessen Hoffnung schon lange nicht mehr existent ist. Verlorene Seelen erkennen sich untereinander. So auch hier.