Tara Lynch is dead. Or so everyone thinks. After the devastating fire that claimed her parents and her childhood home, her younger siblings were placed into the unexpected care of her boyfriend's parents. That boyfriend? None other than Johnny Kavanagh, Ireland's golden boy of rugby, blissfully unaware that his girlfriend isn't just alive, but carrying his child. Now, under the assumed identity of Elizabeth Ladner, Tara finds herself on the sun-drenched shores of Mallorca, courtesy of the quiet, unwavering support of Malachy and Ciaran. With nothing left to lose, having already sacrificed everything-her past, her name, and her connection to the siblings she adores- Tara is determined to forge a new life. She knows that the unexpected life blooming inside her is both a miracle and a threat: a secret that could shatter Johnny's rising international stardom and expose her carefully constructed new reality. As the lines between Tara and Elizabeth blur, and the due date looms, she must decide if her desperate act of self-preservation was the ultimate betrayal, or the only way to protect a future she never thought she'd have. But how long can a dead girl stay hidden, especially when the greatest secret she carries is about to be born?

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ IN WICH, Tadhg Lynch is angry. Angry at the world, at their father and at the people who chose to look the other way, to ignore them, their silent pleas for help. The only way to deal with his anger is to take it out on the person who's collateral damage. Because Darragh Holland hopes he could just scratch his last name off like a birthmark if he tries hard enough. But, Darragh? He's angry too, he sees his best friend, Amber Keane, his Amber, his always almost, laughing softer when Tadhg Lynch is around. They claim to hate each other. Everyone around them knows better. ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ IN WICH, Amber Keane is perfect. On the outside, she's smiling the way people do who've learned it's safer than telling the truth. Keeping her grades neat, her hair perfect and her jokes always appropriate. Inside, she's running out of places to put her pain She watched her father, dead, with a needle still warm in his arm. Her mother turning into something sharp edged and cruel. She learned how footsteps can sound different at night. How the air catches in your throat when you're alone with someone you shouldn't be afraid of. She learned how to be quiet. How to disappear without leaving. ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ IN WICH, Amber finally cracks. It's not loud, it's a quiet, devastating moment. Where her laughter fails her, where the walls she's built give away. And Tadhg watches history threaten to repeat itself. In the girl who pretends to be perfect. pretends to be unbreakable.

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. Where the line between love and hate blurs. Where her need to hate him was almost stronger than the love she held. Almost.

❝ 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.

For six grueling years, Joey Lynch has existed on the jagged edge of survival, running on the fumes of hunger and the promise of a quiet, chemical oblivion. He is a boy built of scar tissue, a product of the flats where the only thing louder than the sirens is his father's violent hand. His only sanctuary is the second-story window at the rich end of town, guarded by Juliet Lovelace a girl with terrifyingly green eyes and a heart of reckless gold. She is his safety, his secret surgeon, and the only reason he hasn't let the darkness swallow him whole. In the daylight of 2005, they are a study in silence. Joey is the school's phantom, the "viper" who hides Juliet from his own toxic reputation. She plays the part of the shy rich girl, a fragile creature who hides behind her curls to escape the bullies. But in the humid darkness of her room, she knows him entirely. She has spent her adolescence cleaning his knuckles and wiping the blood from a face he keeps hidden from the world. She knows every shame and every desperate, frantic kiss he offers as a plea for mercy. Yet, her quiet love has become a self-made noose. To Joey, being loved by someone so pure is a terrifying weight. The sickening truth remains: the dirty thrill of the drugs is easier to face than the blinding clarity of her devotion. But before Joey can choose between the needle and the girl, the script is rewritten in blood. The terror strikes from within the Lovelace mansion when Juliet finds her sister cold and silent-a victim of the very corrosion she tried to keep Joey away from. Now, Juliet is a shattered ghost, and Joey realizes his salvation arrived too late. @luvrlu made this cover & all rights go to her.

I can go anywhere I want, just not home. Boys of tommen- Tadgh Lynch x fem oc

‎ ❝ 𝓨𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗘. ❞ 【 🌫️ . 🕯️ . 💌 . ☕️ . 💋 】 she's a 𝖍olland. / and he's a 𝖑ynch. two broken pasts, one dangerous pull and a lovestory that could make the past fade

friends to lovers - joey lynch x cassidy kavanagh tiktok .heartswp ✎ 𝓐s the daughter of Edel and John Kavanagh, life should be a breeze for the resident golden girl, Cassidy. She's popular, goes to a great school, and is class president. She's perfect on paper, but life isn't always that simple. Her world turns upside down when her brother accidentally hurts the new girl at school, and when Cassidy goes to apologize, only to be met by Joey Lynch. He's unpredictable and challenges everything she knows about herself. As their secrets begin to surface, Cassidy and Joey are forced to confront the pain they've kept hidden. Can they help each other heal? Or will they just make things worse?

୧ ‧₊˚ 🐝 ⋅ ☆ ˚₊‧𓂃 ❛ i'd start a war if it meant that i would be able to keep you. ❜ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . the youngest sister of hugh and claire biggs finds herself entangled with the one boy she should've avoided ,, and the younger brother of joey and shannon lynch finds himself going down a loop hole to not let history repeat itself. start a war 𖤝 cupidsturnz ❪ bio ib © aoifesbabyangel ❫

They say the hardest battles are the ones fought for alone. That's a lie. The hardest battle is realizing you've gone from needing a hero to survive the day, to finally owning the quiet, terrifying strength it takes to build a future that is not just yours, but ours. We had our ambitions: his on the pitch, mine in the track. We had our timeline, drawn up neatly and logically, ready for the world of grown-ups. But the world laughs at timelines. It laughs when a simple twist of fate changes the whole equation. The craving had been intoxicating. The needing was a lifeline. But this? This was undeniably, completely, mine.