AJ Lynch is the bane of my existence. He's like a rock in my shoe-small enough to ignore for a little while, but always there, annoying me until I lose my mind. He's the golden boy, the one who gets perfect grades, charms every teacher, and never steps a toe out of line-or so his parents think. Joey and Aoife Lynch's pride and joy, right? Wrong. Because here's the thing: AJ isn't as perfect as everyone thinks he is. He has a secret. A big one. And I, Catherine Biggs, the girl he loves to torment, am the only one who knows it. AJ Lynch is a racer. Yep, that kind of racer-the illegal kind. The kind that sneaks out at night to tear up the streets and put that shiny car of his to work. The golden boy isn't so golden after all, and trust me, I'd love nothing more than to use it against him. Too bad he's too clever for his own good. *** Catherine Biggs. The mean girl of Tommen School. The girl every guy pretends to hate but can't stop looking at. She's the one who gets a kick out of tormenting people, though her favorite targets seem to be boys. Lucky us. If you say anything remotely out of line about her or her little circle of friends, she's on you faster than you can blink. And honestly? She scares most of the lads here. Me? I'm counting down the days until she's out of my life for good. This is our last year, and soon I won't have to see her stupid curly blonde hair, or those blue eyes that are just... too much. I swear, her beauty is all she has going for her. Inside? She's rotten, blacker than black. The kind of girl who smiles while cutting you down. And yet... somehow, she's still in my head. And then there's her boyfriend. Cillian Wilkinson. All charm and dimples, like a walking ad for "Ireland's Most Eligible Teen." Everyone loves him-teachers, parents, even the lads. Except me. I hate the way he puts his arm around her, like she's his and no one else's. Because that's the problem with Catherine Biggs-she's not just in my head. She's under my skin.

Nia Omondi lives life at full volume-bold, impulsive, and utterly unfiltered. Her world is a whirlwind of color, noise, and reckless decisions that somehow always end in stories worth retelling. She's the kind of girl who jumps first and asks questions never, and she has no plans to quiet herself down for anyone. Zain Ibrahim is her exact opposite-calm, calculated, and always in control. He finds comfort in silence, thrives on structure, and views impulsiveness as a ticking time bomb. To him, chaos is dangerous... and he's spent years burying his own. She's everything he resents. He's everything she's never tried to understand. Thrown together by chance and stuck navigating the collision of their wildly different lives, Zain finds his carefully guarded chaos unleashed, while Nia starts to wonder what it means to truly care-enough to want to be better-their worlds begin to twist into something neither of them recognize.

SECOND GENERATION BOYS OF TOMMEN They said history never repeats itself, but in Cork, it always rhymed. It had been twenty years since the halls of Tommen College echoed with the chaos, heartbreak, and heady dreams of boys who grew up too fast and girls who burned like fire through their lives. Twenty years since Joey Lynch clawed his way out of pain and poverty, since Shannon like a storm tore through Johnny Kavanagh's carefully built walls, and since Gibsie Gibson proved the class clown had more depth than the sea. They had become parents now, somehow - the kind that showed up at matches screaming on the sidelines, who texted way too often, and who still drank pints together on Saturday nights like they were eighteen. And now, their children - bonded by blood, friendship, and stories too wild to be made up - were stepping into their own.

𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵. 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗵𝘆 was never meant to end up in Cork. With a fractured career and a body that betrayed her, the former dancer finds herself dropped into a town where everyone knows everyone, and her face means nothing. No stage, no spotlight-just bruised pride, nosy classmates, and the endless shadow of who she used to be. But when she dodges an almost-death-through-rugby-ball her life would never be the same. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗵 has been everyone's second favourite twin his entire life. While Johnny basks in the glow of greatness, Rudy's busy surviving-balancing rugby, his temper, and the quiet recovery from mistakes no one talks about. He's known for being the hard hitter on the pitch and the hot head off it. He doesn't do distractions. And he definitely didn't do the effort of girlfriends. But what about the girl who couldn't care less about who he is? Shaylee isn't like the others. And Rudy? He's far more wrecked than he lets on. They weren't meant to cross paths. But once they do, there's no going back. Not when the lines between hate and obsession blur, and secrets threaten to tear the ground out from beneath them both.

౨ৎ in which tadgh lynch meets a girl with a similar past of his own before being adopted by the kavanaghs, may kennedy. she was a wallflower, drowning herself in deep sorrow and little lynch reached to save her.

He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.

"And you can't tell anyone in your life, because all they know is this version of you, and the more you live the lie, the more the lines start to fucking blur, and the harder it is to remember who you really are, and almost impossible to determine if there even is a real you or if you're just so fucked up, that somewhere along the way you lost yourself, and there's no way back." ☆☆☆ This story will follow Ollie Lynch and Emily Ashby and will be the fourth instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. Except for Emily Ashby TW: This story will include character death, sexual harassment, domestic abuse, child abuse, drug use, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

"Kat, I don't want to go with-" "Katie," she corrects, shrugging out of the hold I have on her arm. Why was she being like this? We had flirted practically all year, I would confidently say she was one of my best friends. But right now she was acting like a stranger. A stranger that I had wronged in some type of way. I just didn't know what I had done. "What's going on with you?" I ask, but she's slowly walking away. "Bye Feely." She never called me Feely. All of my other friends called me Feely or Pat or Pa but she always called me Patrick. And I called her Katie Kat. My Katie Kat. ☆☆☆ This is all speculation and many parts will most likely not line up with the canon. All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. TW: This story will include eating disorders, cheating, depression, suicide ideation, anxiety, and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

Jett has never been in love-not because she doesn't want to be, but because she's never let herself get close enough. She's tough, guarded, and more comfortable standing on the sidelines than risking heartbreak. Then there's Atlas-charming, reckless, and completely uninterested in anything serious. He's the kind of guy who walks away before anyone can leave him first. They shouldn't work. He doesn't do commitment, and she doesn't know how to take a chance. But somewhere between the late-night arguments, the stolen glances, and the moments where the world quiets around them, something shifts. Jett is terrified to let someone in, and Atlas is terrified to stay. Loving him is a risk. Loving her is a challenge. And when the truth finally comes out, they'll have to decide if what they have is worth fighting for-or if they were doomed from the start.

Freya Sorrengail. The halfblood. Born different than her siblings she always stood out. Whether it was appearance or how she acted. When she gets thrown in the riders quadrant all she wants is to please her mother. But shes different. Everyone knows that. What happens when she meets Xaden Riorson? What happens when her difference makes her the one to kill?