𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲?

(Boys of Tommen fanfic) Ciara never believed in love. Not after watching her mam and dad's relationship. Yet, it was still something she craved so deeply. So when it showed up in front of her, she took it. Even if Tadhg wasn't the one offering it, like she wanted.

Tadgh lynch and Bethany Gibson promised to be best friends forever. Until trauma hit the both of them and drifted apart.

Rory Kavanagh es la viva imagen de su padre. Es físicamente idéntico y juega al rugby como si si vida dependiera de ello. Tiene muy claro lo que quiere y lo que no quiere en esta vida. Primero, quiere tener una prometedora carrera en el rugby, segundo, quiere encontrar una buena chica con la que casarse y criar los hijos que decidan tener, y tercero, quiere ser el padrino de los hijos de su mejor amigo, Liam Gibson. Y por último: quiere casarse con Emma Feely lo antes posible. Emma Feely- Wilmot ha sido la mejor amiga de Rory desde que nacieron, prácticamente, sus padres y madres fueron amigos cercanos en el instituto, lo que facilitó la amistad entre sus hijos. Ahora, Emma y Rory han crecido, y con ello los sentimientos del uno por el otro, pero ninguno se atreve a dar el paso, aterrados de que pueda arruinar la amistad. ¿Qué pasará cuando las líneas entre lo platónico y romántico se difuminen?

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.

Rory Kavanagh has already made a name for himself, following in his father's footsteps. As the son of Johnny and Shannon Kavanagh, he's the towns new golden boy. Everyone expects him to be the next star rugby star of Ireland, and he is determined to prove them right. He only has his heart set on one thing, until her. Nessa Holland moved away from Cork when she was a baby. Her parents, Bella and Shane Holland had made quite a name for themselves, the bad kind. Her father, a drug dealer and her mother, a bitch. She never had a very nice life. After her parents split up, her mother moved her and her brother, Cormac, back to Cork. Enrolled in a new school called Tommen, in a new town, god knows what Nessa has in store for her. Until she meets him. TW: eating disorders, abuse, heavy topics, intimate scenes, foul language and alcohol abuse.

BOYS OF TOMMEN NEXT GENERATION BOOK #2 Rory Kavanagh was never supposed to be mine. Golden boy. Cork royalty. My classmate. And very much taken. I'm the new girl - the Dublin girl. The girl with the smart mouth, sharper curves, and a boyfriend back home. I wasn't looking for attention. But i can't help when it comes. And i certainly won't deflect it. I just wanted to survive sixth year at Tommen College without catching feelings or catching fire. But then there was Rory - Reckless, cocky, filthy gorgeous Rory. He saw through me from day one. And I saw the truth in him - the cracks beneath the charm, the fury behind the smile. We weren't supposed to happen. But we did. Again. And again. Now we're both in too deep. Lying. Hiding. Burning. And someone's going to get hurt. This isn't a love story. It's a mess. One we made with our own hands - and bodies. We were doomed from the start. But tell me- if it's so wrong... why does it feel like the only thing that's ever been right?

Rory Kavanagh. My brother's best friend. The fella who's been in and out of our house since we were barely out of nappies-boots on the floor, toast crumbs everywhere, laughing loud enough to shake the walls. He's always just been Rory. Tyler's mate. Part of the furniture. When we were younger, I used to tag along after them like a shadow, thinking he was only half-human, half-superhero. Never thought much of it. But then I blinked, and we weren't kids anymore. He grew taller, broader, nicer somehow. And suddenly I was seeing him differently. Like, dangerously differently. Now I'm tutoring him-me, the nerdy one-trying to keep him from flunking his exams. Every week it's just us at his kitchen table, his notes ignored, him grinning across at me like he's in on some secret I'm too afraid to name. He's still Tyler's best friend. Still the one I shouldn't even be thinking about. Right? ...Right? ***** Tanna Biggs. Jaysus, she's something else. Always has been. Sweet, quiet, clever as anything. Used to follow me and Tyler around asking a thousand questions, and I'd roll my eyes, but truth be told, I never minded. She's grown up now though. And she's class. Proper gorgeous-the type of girl who doesn't even realise she is. Hair like sunlight, brown eyes that make you forget your own name, freckles she pretends to hate but I swear could start wars. She's small, soft-spoken, but she's sharper than anyone I know. She's meant to be helping me study, but half the time I've no idea what she's saying. I'm too busy watching her laugh, pushing her glasses up her nose, biting her lip when she's concentrating. I keep telling myself to cop on. She's my best friend's little sister. Off-limits. But every time she looks at me with those eyes, all shy and sure at once, I can't help thinking- maybe some rules are meant to be broken.