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.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 wants to escape. She wants to pack up and run far far away. Away from cork, away from her deadbeat father and away from all the noise. But it's not that simple. With 4 kids to look after, and an addict twin brother she refuses to let slip through the cracks, shes drowning in responsibility. She uses track as an outlet for all her pent up emotion, and damn was she good. Competing for Ireland Youth's on occasion. Gracie has endless potential, but limited motivation. She felt as if her life was worthless, that she was put in this life to survive and protect and not to live nor thrive. 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 was done. He knew there was no escaping his surname and the history it was soaked in. No matter how hard he fights he just can't seem to outrun the shadow cast over all the good he has inside him. Battling wars constantly in his head, the only time it all went quiet was on the pitch. Just him, his team and a rugby ball. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 grew up alongside eachother, they knew things about one another that no-one else did. But sometimes the present makes it hard to remember the past.

VERA HOLLAND learned early that trust should never come easy. Her last name carries weight, and with it, expectations she never asked for. She's sarcastic and rough around the edges . Shes blunt, sharp, and unapologetic. Attitude is her armor, and she wears it well. AJ LYNCH is charming, reckless, and always one step ahead of trouble. Nothing about him seems serious, but that's mostly an act. He hides his real thoughts behind sweet words and easy grins, letting the world believe he doesn't care enough for anything to hurt him. Vera doesn't know what to expect when she starts working for Joey Lynch, the man she's been warned away from her entire life. She definitely doesn't expect his loud-mouthed, infuriating son to get under her skin. But secrets linger between their families, and the closer AJ gets to breaking down her walls, the more dangerous everything becomes.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── What happens when two broken souls find an understanding in eachother. When they both find a moment of peace with eachothers company, momentarily free from the burdens of their messed up lives Do they heal together? Or do they break eachother further? Joey lynch x femoc Ballylaggin 1999-????

Naia Romero. Una chavala más pequeña que el resto del grupo, pero con una dura vida por detrás que en realidad pocos conocen. Hit se meterá en su vida sin su consentimiento y le ayudará a ser feliz. A creer en la vida. 1#hit

𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬: "𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒐𝒐" - ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ - 𝑬𝑴𝑴𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑶𝑫 tiene el futuro trazado en una línea recta y brillante: un apellido impecable y la aprobación de Figure Eight. JJ Maybank es el error en su ecuación; un Pogue desastroso con la lengua afilada que se divierte recordándole que su burbuja de cristal está construida sobre las miserias de otros. 𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑷𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑨. Él la desprecia porque el padre de Emma fue quien firmó la sentencia de ruina de los Maybank, y ella lo detesta por ser el recordatorio constante de que su control es frágil; el chico que disfruta saboteando cada parte de su vida perfecta. 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝑳 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺, las líneas de guerra están marcadas en la arena y cruzar al lado equivocado tiene un precio. Cuando la vida de Emma comience a hundirse bajo el peso de las mentiras de su padre, descubrirá que el único capaz de ver entre las grietas es el chico que juró destruir. [ an obx fanfiction ] [ season one - season four ] [ jj maybank x oc!fem ] [ enemies to lovers trope ] [ en proceso ]

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. Number 14 on the pitch. Disappointment to his parents, never been worth enough to love properly, and comes with a bucket load of childhood trauma. He's a cold, mean guy on the surface but there's a lot more to this kid than meets the eye. When he crosses paths with a girl who he's never taken notice of in his life he finds a glimmer of hope. A nightlight in the dark. Maybe they'll be enought to save one another. But only time will tell. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. Forever 14. No she isn't dead. Well, not physically anyway. But something inside of her certainly died at this age. With a rough childhood she thought it couldn't really get much worse but every time she thought she'd hit rock bottom it would get ten times worse. Until he came into her life. Number fourteen. With not a lot to go on there's only one person who's able to make her forget all the bad stuff. Even if it's only for a moment. Can he make the number fourteen mean something more than the age she died inside? Let's find out.

Todo en Mallory Lynch grita a reina. Es la hija perfecta, la novia perfecta, la amiga perfecta, llama la atención de todos pero su atención está puesta solo exclusivamente en un chico. Kian Holland, el hijo de la persona que destrozó la vida de su padre en su pasado. El chico roto y traficante.

Eliana Kavanagh siempre ha sido la más fuerte de su familia, pero su mundo se tambalea cuando Joey Lynch entra en escena. A pesar de la naturaleza complicada y peligrosa del mundo de Tommen, Eliana no puede evitar sentirse atraída por él, un hombre marcado por su propio pasado y sus propios dilemas. Mientras su relación con Joey crece, Eliana se ve atrapada entre su lealtad hacia su familia y su creciente amor por él, todo mientras luchan por encontrar un equilibrio en medio del caos. Enfrentándose a secretos, traiciones y decisiones difíciles, Eliana se pregunta hasta qué punto está dispuesta a arriesgarlo todo por el amor de un hombre que, en muchos aspectos, está tan perdido como ella misma.

🐞| 🏑| 🍂| 🥨 Él era caos, ella calma. Dos vidas marcadas por lo que callan, unidas por lo que sienten. A veces, amar también es una forma de sobrevivir. Joey Lynch fanfic