❝ 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗜 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈. ❞ ❝ 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ! ❞ ℜ𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝓣𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨 book #1 © vvnks / unsweetenedhearts ── 2025 [ 𝓢𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 , ❝ 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯 ❞ ]

Tadhg Lynch is a bystander watching his own downfall, his traumatic childhood memories lingering in the wounds littered across his skin. While the bruising may have faded with time, the mental scars that remain require more than just time to heal. Perhaps Jade Lordan is the perfect remedy. ੈ✩‧₊˚ [BASED ON THE BOYS OF TOMMEN SERIES BY CHLOE WALSH]

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙮 𝙇𝙮𝙣𝙘𝙝'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝘼𝙅? ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ AJ LYNCH x fem! oc AJ Lynch is a boy that seems to have a knack for helping those around him. This seems to be related directly to his family. He's gained his parents worst traits with his mother's stubbornness and his father's hot-headed temper. What will happen when he learns that the girl he's been slowly falling for has a secret that has a direct correlation to his father? Ciara Wilkinson-Bryne is a girl that is only trying to make it to her leaving cert. Growing up in an abusive household, everything seems to be her fault, even down to her existence. Ciara is always willing to stay back in the shadows and just go along with life. That all changes when her math partner seems to never stop trying to figure her out. What will happen when everything blows up, for the chance of good? ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ "𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑." - 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 & 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞

Book 1: She felt unlovable and untrusting but deep down she trusted him anyway. He looked at everyone but never knew what love actually was until that first look Triggered Warnings: Physical abuse, sexual assault, drugs, NSFW, violence, panic attacks Boys of Tommen Fanfic OC x OC

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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.

"Why do you always look like that?" "Like what?" "Like you hate every person in this room." "That's because I do." "Why? What did these people do to you?" "Nothing. Yet." "You're a pessimist. Every morning you come in, order black coffee, and glare at every single person in the room." "I don't glare at you," he paused. "Most of the time." "We'll that's because I tell good jokes. It'd be criminal to be rude." I could have sworn that I saw him smile. ~~~ Evelyn has a smile that lights up every room. The very ground she walks on seems to come to life from her touch alone. She sees beauty in the things most others dismiss. Michael not so secretly hopes that everyone on Earth dies in the fiery pits of hell. There's never been a single person he's met that makes him believe in the good of humanity. Except Evelyn.

" One black coffee." A deep voice said and I snapped my head to the side to see a raven head and as he turned, my eyes found the devastatingly beautiful features that had haunted me last night. He collected his coffee and made his way out of the cafe while I sat there, not knowing what to do. Right before he climbed onto his motorbike, he lifted his head and looked at me, His eyes full of mischievousness and challenge. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Willow has always been a stubborn and impulsive person, nothing could stop her if she wants something and everyone knows it and when her eyes meet a pair of striking cerulean eyes , she's determined to find out who the mysterious yet beautiful boy is but the thing is she only knows how he looks and his motorbike. The mischievous and cocky Azrael Vaughan Lewis never had time for girls. It may be because he wasn't attracted to any or the fact that he was too busy with him being in the final year at the Glasgow University majoring in Medicine. But when he lays his eyes on crazy Willow Brooks, he's determined to find out more. #1 in cute romance #2 in humor #1 in adorable #2 in funny

college hockey player Wes Graham has tormented Adare Wells since they were in the first grade. pulling her hair, breaking her crayons, calling her names-- anything to get her attention. they spend all of high school together, never giving each other the time of day until they end up on first day of university. there's only one empty seat, and it's next to Adare. even though Adare hates Wes and he's an asshole to her, they both have some baggage that only each other seem to understand.