Eleanor Feely x masc!oc! Second generation boys of tommen book "He's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication. She's a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion He's an east coast, jeans rolled, no communication. She's a welcome sign. But I believe, they're meant to be, something, someday, somehow." ELEANOR FEELY is sick of being left behind. The outcast of her family, the only one to ever leave the small circle she was born into. She was sick of being the odd one out, of being 'too quiet'. So what happens when she stumbles into a boy who could fuck up her pristine track record? OR.. LUCAS IRVING is up to no good. Smoking cigarettes, partying, fucking around, fighting. He doesn't have the greatest record... until her. A girl with glasses and a clean slate smile that could intoxicate almost anyone. He make be a careless little shit, but he'd do just about anything to get her.

Rory Kavanagh x Fem!oc! Second generation boys of tommen book! 'I'd kinda like it if you'd call me, cause I'm so over being lonely. I need a virtual connection, be my video obsession.' RORY KAVANAGH doesn't enjoy people all that much. Sure, he'll go to the odd party, but it distracts him from the real goal. Rugby. Carrying the weight of the world's wishes for him, Rory has no choice but to follow in his father's footsteps and take on the rugby world like no other. What happens when a leggy girl with a big smile enters his mind and he just can't seem to get her out?? OR.. CHARLOTTE IRVING puts up with a lot of bullshit daily. Having lived with her four brothers most of her life, she's grown to accept the fact that her life is a complete wild card at the best of times. With an unwavering smile on her face, she conceals her real feelings and saves the tears for her pillow. What happens when a boy with a tendency to observe gains complete focus on her??

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.

random chapters that i haven't released from previous books (:

Everyone remembers the Lynch fire. Everyone remembers the bodies carried out. But no one remembers the boy left standing in the middle of it all. Tadhg Lynch isn't the golden Lynch boy. He isn't the baby who got shielded from the worst, or the oldest who carved a new life with a family of his own. He's the one in between. The one who saw everything, took the blows meant for his younger brothers, and carried scars no one wanted to look too closely at. Brave. Bold. Mouthy. A joker when he can manage it. And broken enough that nothing ever really sticks. Bethany Gibson is the girl who shouldn't have lived. She was three when the water took her under, when her father gave his life to save hers. She grew up in the shadow of grief, wrapped in the protection of a brother who bled for her in ways she only half understands. Sweet, funny, too kind for her own good-Bethany knows what it is to survive, but not yet what it means to live. When Bethany collides with Tadhg at Tommen, it's fire meeting oxygen-sharp words, sharp looks, a pull neither of them can shake. He's crude, cruel with his jokes, too much for anyone to handle. She's soft where he's jagged, sunshine where he's ash. He calls her Barbie. She calls him an arsehole. And somewhere between the laughs and the fights, they start to see the cracks in each other. But fixing what's shattered isn't simple. Not when trauma festers. Not when grief never loosens its grip. Not when love means putting your hands into the fire all over again. Funny. Raw. Heartbreaking. Fixing 9 is a story about the girl who wouldn't stop caring, the boy who didn't know how to be cared for, and the brutal, beautiful mess of trying to save each other when the world already tried to burn or drown you alive.

Penelope Black has never had the luxury of stability. Bouncing between foster homes, the only constant in her life has been her older brother, Charlie, and her little sister. For years, she's learned to rely on herself, keeping people at arm's length to avoid the pain of losing them. But when an incident forces her to transfer schools, she finds herself in unfamiliar territory-new faces, new expectations, and one person she absolutely should not be noticing. John Kavanagh has everything Penelope never had-a loving home, parents who support him, and a future mapped out in front of him. As the school's star rugby player, he's used to the attention, but he's never given much thought to Charlie Black's younger sister. Until now. When Penelope steps into his world, she's a storm he never saw coming. She's guarded, sharp-tongued, and determined to keep her distance, but there's something about her that draws him in. The more he tries to understand her, the more she pushes back, hiding behind walls built to protect herself from the very thing John wants to give-safety, trust, and maybe something more. But Penelope knows better than to believe in fairy tales. Happy endings don't exist for girls like her. And with secrets she can't share and a past that refuses to let her go, falling for her brother's best friend might just be the most reckless mistake she's ever made. ----- john kavanaghx fem!oc ©liawrit3ss