Tadhg Lynch has never liked Niamh Gallagher-not in primary school when her life seemed perfect, and definitely not now at Tommen College. After his father's violent rampage tore his family apart, Niamh was one of the few who tried to be kind, but he lashed out, shutting her down. Years later, she's unrecognizable. Once warm, she's now the Ice Queen, untouchable and ruthless. Forced to be around her thanks to their best friends dating, Tadhg is thrown by her transformation. She's not the girl he resented, nor the one who pitied him-she's Frost, sharp-edged and cold. But beneath their bickering and hostility, something simmers. As tension builds, old wounds reopen, and neither can ignore the undeniable pull between them. Hate was easy. Wanting each other? That's dangerous.

Johnny Kavanagh and Aisling Walsh both have very clear and direct roads for their futures, but when their paths cross, the directions seem to change for both of them. Will they end up as a havoc to one another's plans? Or will they mend one another? Started: November 6th 2024 Published: January 1st 2025 Finished: ONGOING NOT MY ORIGINAL BOOK, JUST A FANFIC BASED OFF THE SERIES 'Boys Of Tommen' BY CHLOE WALSH.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

I had never needed anyone. I didn't know what it was like to need a person until I met him. I needed him. He looked at me as if there was something inside me worth looking at. I hated him for it. Why? Because I could see myself loving him. If only things had happened differently.

In which Maeve Connor is a broken girl and Johnny Kavanagh is the boy that tries to piece her back together. A Boys of Tommen fanfiction. (Book 1 of 2)