Moving to Ireland was never part of Romy Fraser's plan. Neither was Tommen College, hurling matches, and definitely not Tadhg Lynch. Sharped-tongued, emotionally unavailable, and carrying more baggage than she'd ever admit, Romy arrives in Cork determined to get through her final years of school without trouble. Tadhg makes that impossible. Still stuck in the past and haunted by things he wont talk about, Tadhg Lynch has no interest in getting close to anyone. Especially not the stubborn Scottish girl who seems determined to get under his skin.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤-𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮. ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── "I love you, Máire Lynch." "I'm not good for you. Stop." ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚-𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.

BOYS OF TOMMEN - Tadhg Lynch and Victoria Henley He's the mini version of his older brother, still troubled by his past past, fighting against the new life he's being forced into. She's just an English girl, forced into Tommen Boarding by her grandparents after the death of her mother. The two are far too similar, despite being so different. And that's why they fight. Constantly, all the time. It's a constant battle between them, their trauma and their annoyingly present feelings towards one another. ^Victoria Henley^ #Posh Tits #Queenie *"You're English?!" She exclaimed. I looked down at my hands, feigning shock. "Oh my god... I am... I never noticed." I said sarcastically, with a hint of humour in my voice.* -- ^Tadhg Lynch^ #11 #Blond Bastard I'd much rather focus on the girls I didn't live with or come out the same hole. And those girls were walking past me with short skirts and long legs. Coincidentally the two things I liked most in a girl.

Tadhg struggles with his mental health. His parents are dead, but they still follow hin in his nightmares. His life should be perfect, but his past still haunts him. His childhood trauma sits too deep. Ollie and Sean were too young, Shannon had Johnny, Joey had Aoife, but him? He was alone. The next school year of Tommen is about to start. The old routine of school, some hook ups and smoking with friends, but as he meats Jane, everything is about to change. See sees him, the real Tadhg. Tadhg slowly falls in love with her, but the love is complicated. Jane is the perfect girl, good grades, good friends. Everything is perfect, but than her dad cheats on her mam, and they move away. Her mam wants to start a new life with her in Cork. She can't disapoint. She has to be perfect. Her mam doesn't realize that alle the pressure is too much for Jane. Living a normal teenage life is just a dream, but when she meats Tadhg, she can finally be a normal teenager. He shows her everything. And suddenly the pressure is gone. She is finally living a normal life, but deep down she notices that Tadhg isn't as okay as he pretends, she wants to help him.

Declan Holland juró proteger a Kailea Lynch incluso de él mismo. Y ella juró salvarlo a él de sus propios demonios.

FALLING 9 • BOT SECOND GEN AJ Lynch x Niamh Young

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.