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"What's the matter Indie? Missed me so much you had to break me out of prison?" "Shut up, Styles, you know that's not why I'm here," I huffed, regretting this before it even started. He stood up and walked to the door of his cell, his long fingers gripping around the metal bars as he leaned against them, a smirk on his lips as always, almost like it was tattooed onto his face. "Oh, I know darling, I just want to hear you say it," he replied arrogantly. I pinched my eyes shut and tried to calm myself down so that I wouldn't try to shank him with the nearest object I could find. "I have a job I need to do," I replied vaguely, but he wasn't having it. "And?" He hummed. My fingernails dug into my palms harshly as I gripped my fists together, the words tasting like battery acid as they left my lips. "And I can't do it without you."

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 of 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐕𝐢𝐯) Rory Kavanagh. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. He's the total cliché of a popular jock with dimples of total sin-captain of the rugby team, ruthless on the pitch, and a total nepo baby. Yet he's in a book club! Doesn't exactly reek of your classic stereotype, does he? But how would I know? I've only just got here. Mr. Beau Gosse isn't what I expected from someone born with a silver spoon jammed down his throat. Catching his attention wasn't on my radar, but the eejit bulldozed right into my safe space anyway. At least I have my letters. Call me an old soul, but aside from my paintings, they're my only real escape. Craziest part? My penpal and him happen to share the exact same name. Like some sick, twisted joke. I just hope the similarities end there. I've got enough on my plate without inviting trouble from school royalty. ⌯⌲ Vivienne Wilkinson. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞. And my bet. Fucking hell, what'd I get myself into? I didn't ask for this-least of all getting tangled up with a girl with a lethal tongue and the face of a Bambi. Jaysus, she's something. I shouldn't be hooked this hard, especially knowing her Ma's reputation. But I have to keep my end of the deal and make her fall in love with me. I mean, who even comes up with that shite? Vivi would understand. She's my pen pal, the girl I've been pining over for two years ever since we clicked. Her letters always arrive on old-timey parchment, cursive too. She's the only one who keeps me grounded, talks me down, and accepts every flawed piece of me. Except she hasn't written back in two months. Something's wrong. I'll figure out what it is-preferably before I go and fall for a girl I know I shouldn't touch.

Partners for life? Partners for life! Iris Blake looks like she has everything-wealth, status, control. But behind the perfect image is a girl trapped in a house ruled by silence and a father who teaches her that love comes with conditions. Tadhg Lynch is a boy raised in chaos, in poverty, in a home where survival meant learning how to fight back. Now thrown into a world of privilege and expectations, he refuses to bend, refuses to belong, and refuses to be controlled by anyone ever again. When Iris and Tadhg collide at Tommen, it's not friendship-it's war. A tension neither of them can explain, begin to blur the line between hate and something far more dangerous. Because some people don't heal gently. Some people break first. And somehow, in all the chaos between them, they start to become something neither of them was ever meant to survive- Healing 16.

--- Just then the door he was heavily leaning on flew inward. "Ronan!" The girl exclaimed in horror as she dropped to her knees beside him. She was the same girl from English who caught my attention earlier, kneeling beside the Rugby Dick, her hands hovering over his broken nose with all the care in the world. Her long hair were sprawled across her shoulders in a way that I couldn't see her face... that was until she looked up at me- shit. --- Tadhg Lynch doesn't do quiet. He hits hard, plays harder, and runs from anything that feels like home. Saoirse McGarry has made 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 her world. Shy, diabetic, and always a shadow in her brother's world. They were never meant to cross paths until... Tadhg knocks her brother down, and everything changes. A boy who doesn't even take 5 seconds to snap but only lets one girl calm his chaos.

Book Three ⋆˚˙✧˖° ⋆˙✧ The sunshine girl, bright smile on her face, lights up every room she walks into, always glowing. That's what everyone thought atleast. Saoirse Gibson had the exact same way of handling grief as her older brother, 'Fake it until you make it'. She'd spent so long on making sure everyone else around her was happy that she'd forgotten how to make herself happy. When that day came that she couldn't handle it anymore, Saoirse Gibson crashed and burned, pushing everyone away apart from another stubborn blonde... Tadhg Lynch. The troubled kid. The traumatised Lynch. He knew his life was messed up and didn't care about messing it up even more if that included fighting, smoking, messing around in class and chasing after his older brothers friends younger sister. She was off-limits and that made her even more enticing to the teenager. ⋆˚˙✧˖° ⋆˙✧ Trigger Warnings! • Assault • Domestic Abuse • Underage Drinking • Drug Missuse • Language • Graphic Detail • Mental Health • Drug Addictions • Neglect • Fighting • Sexual Assault • Sex References • Greif and Bereavement

Tadhg Lynch doesn't do sappy, he doesn't do emotions. No. He keeps his head down, works, plays, pretends it's all out of his head. When it isn't. He knows it's still there. The night terrors, the awful things he feels when he smells smoke or beer or sees a da looking a little too much violent. But she notices, she always notices... Maisie Kavanagh. Johnny Kavanaghs younger sister, the less perfect one. When Tadhg moved into the kavanaghs, he didn't even know Johnny had a sister. But boom. When he started at his second year in Tommen she showed up from this fancy school in London. And boom, boom, fucking boom. She was an eye opener...

𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 wasn't broken, but he'd never been fixed, he was just simply pieces of glass, scattered, left, done and dusted. As everyone moved on in their lives? Shannon with Johnny? Joey with Aoife and AJ. Ollie and Sean too young to comprehend. But Tadhg wasn't. He was stuck in the middle, a maze of his own feelings. Trapped in his own mind. He knew there was something wrong. He felt different, his mind wasn't mapped like everyone else's... Perhaps it was his past, the fire that burnt him to ash? None of his siblings knew of his position though. And that burnt more than any fire. ❝𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖...❞ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆, perfect, glass child. With her older sisters being prominent, Caoimhes death and Lizzie's struggles, she strived to become the best. As Lizzie broke down regularly Isabella aced tests just so her mother and father didn't have to bat an eye. But beneath the surface she was as cold as ice. She needed attention, yearned for it. And no one would give it to her. Of course she adored her older sister but what would it take for a well done? Too much? Too little? What else could she do. She may have escaped the claws of Mark Allen, but something else had already grasped her. And there wasn't any getting out. ❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.❞ When two souls collide, perhaps not of the same situation but with a mutual understanding, perhaps they can mend eachother, when thought it ought to never be fixed. But who can tell? Who can 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓?

Éabha Holland grew up learning to tiptoe--around glass on the floor, around her father's moods, around a kind of love that hurt as much as it held her. She's running out of ways to stay numb. Her dad's addiction taught her how to disappear; hers might finish the job. AJ Lynch has his own shadows--a family name that carries both pride and wreckage, a temper that burns too hot, and a soft spot for the girl who never learned to ask for help.