𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲; (v.) to persuade someone that something false is the truth ༄ When AJ Lynch meets the new girl at Tommen, unaware of just how much her life mirrors his father's history. (WARNING | mcdonalds is mentioned a lot in this book, but pls boycott guys. free palestine 🇵🇸)

Tadgh Lynch is angry, angry at the world. It seems the rest of his siblings have forgotten the hurt of their past, let it go. But he can't forget, his father haunts him, has been haunting him for years and he's losing hope that he'll ever be free of Teddy Lynch. Maeve Holland is desperatly searching for the will to live. Her older brother hates her, her mothers dead, her dads as good as dead and life isn't looking like it's going to get better any time soon, but then she meets him. An angry boy who changes everything.

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.

*{COMPLETED}* *First book of MHIAG* That's when I remembered that I bumped into someone. I looked up quickly to be met with two grey eyes looking me deep in the eye, that's how I remembered that I only know one person with those eyes. Once I realized the person I quickly break the eye contact and mumbled sorry once I found out that the whole people in the cafeteria eyes are on us and I ran out of the cafeteria. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-**-*-*-*-*-*--*-*-*-*-*- A 17 years old girl named Ashley Thomas who is always being abused by her drunken and abusive uncle. She has no idea where her parents are. But has faith that they are still alive. She is one broken girl 🥀 that needs to be fixed 🌷. Chase Martins the true definition of a bad boy who is not only a bad boy but a gang leader. His one guy stuck in the darkness.... that needs light. Read to see how they meet each others eyes, face more challenges and try to follow their feelings... MY SAVIOUR - Second book *SORRY BUT THIS BOOK NEEDS MAJOR EDITTING!!* MY BEST COMMENTS: Mae_softball_99 I love this so much... Keep up the great work.😊😊😊 Mimiandrodger Your an amazing writer! I love this soooo much! ashanti432 Omg I can't wait to this story update I'm so stuck to this story😂❤️❤️ when I get that notification its a done deal😂#loveyourstory MY BEST OF ALL BEST FROM @TwilightEverdawn No, you give me something to look forward to everyday. YOU put a smile on my face with your witty words and lovely writing. You create beauty with every sentence you build, ......... You are like a wizard you create a spell on your book that make it magical.... *SORRY BUT THIS BOOK NEEDS MAJOR EDITTING!!!* ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• STILL MORE BEAUTIFUL COMMENTS.... #1 saved #4 gangs 28 Nov 2018 #9 2018 28 Nov 2018 #19 gangleader 28 Nov 2018 #26 abusive 28 Nov 2018

SA can feel like having your heart ripped out. It can make you feel small and weak. It can make you feel shameful or disgusted. It can make you feel like you have no voice, no rights. If you are a victim of SA please reach out for help. ... Jade Marie Rose is a victim of sa by her boyfriend. She feels alone, even when shes not. Keeping it a secret is easy, but the more it happens the harder it gets, the closer you are to a break down. When Jade needed help, the new guy who comes off to be a 'play boy' was there when she needed someone the most. The last person she would ever want to see her like this, yet it happened for a reason.

𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 Escaping reality is all she wanted. But running from the past is never easy, especially when the past stands right in front of you ready to ruin you. Ivory knows betrayal. She's done giving second chances. And she won't believe in something her parents portrayed so awfully. But when a certain person starts breaking down your walls, It gets ten times harder to hide the truth. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐗 There's only one goal: Winning No distractions. No feelings and certainly no mistakes. But when a girl like Ivory catches his eye everything crashes down. All the disciples and all the rules get thrown out the window. He finds himself spiralling. She's dangerous. Off-limits . But impossible to ignore. Now it all comes down to choosing his best friends or the girl he'd do anything for. Secrets unfold. Lines blur. And in a game where no one's innocent- someone's bound to lose.

The story begins with sadness but hope, as the two characters meet far from their worlds and gradually discover how similar they are. The mafia is a problem that tries to reverse their paths. Will they handle the weight of the mafia world or will they fall apart? Love story full of pretending, nicknames, twists and passion. No names, no secrets, no lies, no feelings, right? ╰☆╮ He raises an eyebrow at my demand, but decides to humor me. He leans against his motorcycle, crossing his arms across his chest. "Alright, what do you have in mind?" "What about getting to know each other without names?" "Damn, I missed my chance to ask. Now we will be both unnamed." He let out a little laugh. Which is nice so I do the same thing. "We don't need to be unnamed, just not our real names or last names. So what's your FAKE name?" I did put emphasis on the word fake and started smiling, and so did he.

Eden, a girl afraid of touch Logan, a boy who's love language is physical touch Eden Thorne never wanted the spotlight. Her art speaks for her-vivid, emotional, and deeply personal-but the world seems more interested in the mystery behind the brush than the work itself. One gallery show, one panic attack, and one stranger in the hallway are all it takes to unravel her carefully kept distance. Logan Kelly wasn't looking for anything-especially not in an art gallery. But something about the girl on the floor, and the raw honesty in her paintings, lingers longer than he expects. What follows isn't loud or obvious. It's quiet. Uncertain. Real.