❝ I KNOW HER SILENCE. I LIVE IN IT. ❞ • ୨💌୧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Aurora Kelly has grown up between open fields and closed doors. A farm girl with dirt under her nails and kindness in her bones, she's learned how to carry responsibility quietly. Sweet, steady, unbreakable-at least that's what everyone thinks. After the night that stole pieces of her memory, Aurora lives with fear she can't name and pain she can't fully remember. She doesn't want sympathy. She just wants space to breathe. Joey Lynch doesn't believe in breathing easy. A hurler with bruised knuckles and oil-stained hands, he spends his days working in a garage and his nights holding his family together. Raised in violence, shaped by addiction, Joey became the parent long before he stopped being a child. He fixes engines because they make sense. People don't. She's always been his best friend's little sister-off-limits, untouchable, not his to look at twice. Until she starts showing up in his chaos, fitting into his broken world with quiet patience and eyes that see too much. One slow unraveling changes everything. Two people carrying more than they should recognize the damage in each other-and for the first time, neither looks away.

Maeve Allen isn't the kind of girl you save. She's the kind you stay away from. Silent. Cold. Untouchable. Everyone knows who she is. And more importantly-who she belongs to. Stepdaughter to Mark Allen, raised in a family that destroys everything it touches, Maeve learned early that girls like her don't get happy endings. So she doesn't speak. Doesn't feel. Doesn't let anyone get close. Because anyone who does... gets burned. But Joe Gibson doesn't listen to warnings. He sees past her silence. Past the walls she built just to survive. And instead of walking away... he stays. Even when he knows exactly where she comes from. Even when he knows she'll ruin him. Because Maeve doesn't need saving. She needs someone who stays when everything falls apart. And Joe Gibson is willing to burn with her.

"i swear im telling the truth" i sniffle trying to calm myself down before i have a full blown panic attack in the sixth year common room. "your sure it was him?" the girl with dark blonde hair asks, though she doesn't sound like she thinks im lying, she sounds like she just doesn't want it to be true. "yes i'm sure" i say more firmly, finding the strength i need to clarify my earlier words. "it was mark allen." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aisling Healy has always had it rough. The man who she can't even bear to think about left one too many scars on her body and in her mind. a once young girl filled with sunshine and smiles became a girl who is just too broken to even keep a conversation going with someone. but when a particular boy becomes interested in her and in her life out of nowhere she suddenly has nobody to turn to but him. Tadgh lynch has always had it rough. the man he had the misfortune to call his father is now gone along with his mother and he can't seem to get past it. but with everyone around him trying to make a fuss about how he's feeling, he has no choice but to plaster on a face that says he is totally fine and take each day as it comes. but when he finds himself feeling concerned for the once bubbly girl he knew as a kid, he has no choice but to face all kinds of trauma head on.

Éireann O'Brien and Tadhg Lynch were best friends once. Now, starting first year at Tommen, they can barely exchange a glance without it turning into a fight. She's closed-off and fierce, with too much responsibility for someone her age. He's angry, unpredictable, and always one wrong word away from snapping. They're constantly at odds-but behind every glare and argument is a history neither of them can forget. Because some bonds don't break. They just change. And what happens when the person you can't stand... is the only one who really sees you? [tadhg lynch fanfic]

Clara Gibson lives the perfect rom-com teenager life. Well,except from the part she's never actually had a boyfriend. And Tommy from 1st year doesn't count. The start of 4th year is like a breath of fresh air for Clara. Gerard "Gibsie" Gibson (her brother) wants her to get out there more and,"make more friends." But Clara is just fine to sit at home with a book,or go to her dance studio. Clara's best friend Catherine "Cathy" is way more outgoing than her. She's friends with all of the right people. And Clara is pretty sure she's nearly dated the entire school. This year Catherine and Gerard are teaming up to try and get Clara out of her shell. So they start eating at the same lunch table as Gerard's friend group. This is how Clara and the rugby king Johnny Kavanagh start talking. Now Clara has known Johnny since they were like 12 and he moved to Cork. But now everything is different.

Tadhg lynch doesn't do feelings. He does trouble. Charm. And saying exactly the wrong thing at the right time. Sixteen, mouthy, and impossible to handle, Tadhg is the kind of boy teachers warn you about- and girls don't listen. Then there's Bethany Gibson. She talks too much. Laughs too loud. Acts like nothing in her life has ever gone wrong. He doesn't believe it. And for some reason, he can't leave her alone. What starts as messing with her turns into something else- something a lot harder to ignore. Because Bethany's hiding something. And Tadhg's starting to look a little too closely.

After spending a year and a half living in Paris running her fashion brand Kavanaghs, Órlaith Kavanagh finally returns home, nervous to reconnect with the life and people she left behind. But once she's back, she quickly realizes that not everything is the same as when she left. In particular, she can't help but notice that Gibsie, her brother Johnny's best friend, seems different-older, changed somehow, in a way that catches her attention more than she expected. #1-booktok #3-hughiebiggs

PATRICK FEELY has been hung up on his best friends girlfriend for years, wallowing in his sadness and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Things seem to change when his teammates cousin, MAGGIE KAVANAGH, moves to Ireland. For the first time in their lives, they feel seen like never before.

Isbaella Callahan is the kind of girl everyone notices and not always for the right reasons. The ultimate party girl, she struts through her school with sharp words, fearless confidence, and a reputation for being mean and unapologetically rude. But behind the perfectly styled hair and biting sarcasm lies a girl with secrets no one could ever imagine. By night, she's the relentless caregiver to her younger siblings, juggling responsibilities most adults would struggle with. By day, she channels her energy into track. Fiercely loyal to her friends but merciless to anyone else, Isbaella's world is a delicate balance of chaos, courage, and the parts of herself she refuses to show anyone, until now. Rory Kavanagh is the kind of boy everyone in Ballylaggin knows and everyone seems to like. The son of a rugby legend, he's grown up with the weight of expectations on his shoulders, but he's made his own mark as a talented rugby player and all-around golden boy. Charismatic, kind, and loyal, Rory has a way of making people feel at ease, whether he's cheering on his friends or standing up for someone who needs it. But Rory's life isn't all perfect games and bright smiles. When he starts noticing Isabella Callahan, the bad girl of the town, wild, mysterious, and untouchable, he can't help but be drawn to her. She's nothing like anyone he knows, and yet something about her challenges him in ways he's never expected.

𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒, rich, unreal, always looking like she's just stepped out of somewhere better than here. The kind of girl people turn to look at twice, even when they don't mean to. I might've fancied her once. Alright-more than once. But that was before I got any sense. Before I remembered she's his sister. My best mate's sister. And that's a line you don't cross unless you've a death wish. Still... it's hard not to look. Not when she laughs like that, head tipped back, like the whole world's in on the joke. Not when she walks past and smells like something expensive I can't even name. I don't stare. I'm not that stupid. Just the odd glance. That's all. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘, brooding, mysterious, keeps to himself. He doesn't stare too long at anyone. He's too busy focusing on that guitar of his. And I know lassies find it endearing. But I don't care. I see him around the house, the group hangs out a lot there so it's hard to miss a friend like him. I can't be interested- and it's not as if I am. Hell, he's a player from hell. And I'm heaven.