They're on opposite sides of a long-standing war. And now, thanks to one catastrophically unfortunate mission at the elite assassin academy they both attend... they're partners. Welcome to the academy. You're already bleeding. Sneak peak: "You're dangerous, Love" he murmured. "And you're tempted." A beat. A breath. And then, just barely audible "Yes." I smiled, sharp and mean and satisfied. "Then come be reckless with me, darling."

forelsket (n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love. ---- "Fuck you." "When and where?" ---- Fem oc x Male oc Soccer/party girl x mechanic/nerd boy #1 - shannonlynch #1 - hughiebiggs #1 - johnny #1 - ireland #1 - johnnykavanagh #1 - rugby

... ୨୧ IN WHICH Fallon Isabelle Young-the saint of the Young family, all pale ribbons, trembling halos, and eyes too innocent for the things she survives-learns far too early that even angels can be taught how to bleed. That monsters do not always hide beneath beds. Sometimes they pluck your wings feather by feather until kindness begins curdling into something sharper. Uglier. Until a little girl once raised on bedtime prayers and gentle hands learns how to survive with a sinner's tongue instead. Fallon grows into a peculiar contradiction: beautiful and vicious, Holy and furious all at once. A girl who smiles while self-destructing. A girl who turns cruelty into armour because tenderness got her hurt first. Then she meets Joey Lynch. Ballylaggin's worst-kept temper. A boy built from clenched fists, buried bruises, and rage so deeply rooted inside him it has begun masquerading as personality. Joey carries his own monsters quietly, tucked beneath sarcasm and violence and the sort of recklessness that only exists in people who do not believe they are worth saving. He understands fallon immediately. Which is the most dangerous thing of all. Because damaged people recognize each other in ways healthy people never can. And when their worlds collide, so do the things haunting them. Secrets begin spilling from the cracks. Trauma begins speaking in places words cannot. Anger becomes intimacy. Destruction becomes devotion. They begin orbiting each other with the terrifying dependency of two wounded things mistaking survival for love. The saint becomes a sinner while the sinner begins craving salvation. The question is- Can Joey Lynch restore the girl Fallon used to be? Or has she been surviving as somebody else for far too long? And can Fallon chase away Joey's monsters when she could never outrun her own? Or will they simply teach each other new ways to break? Because some people heal together-and others detonate on impact.

I used to believe in one rule. Save yourself. Don't trust. Don't depend. Don't need-because the second you do, it gets taken from you. I learned that young. I learned it the hard way. And I was good at it. I kept my head down. I said the right things. I didn't make problems I can't fix, and I didn't get attached to people who come with warnings written all over them. It was easier that way. Safer. Then Joey Lynch happens. And suddenly I'm not careful anymore. I'm running barefoot through streets I shouldn't be in. I'm letting him see parts of me I've spent years hiding. I'm standing in front of him, heart in my throat, trying to figure out why he looks at me like I'm something worth saving-when he won't even save himself. He pushes me away like it's instinct. I follow him like it's mine. We don't talk about what this is. We don't put names on it. We don't even try to pretend it's normal. Because it's not. It's messy and reckless and too intense for something that was never supposed to matter this much. But the worst part? I don't want to stop. Even if it breaks me. Even if it destroys him. Even if, somewhere along the line, I forget how to be the girl who always survives.

There's a thin line between good and evil. Good. Azalea Blanc in one word. Although she is constantly surrounded by crime, she never lets it alters her kind ways. When her job is to deliver food daily to all of the locked-up criminals in the crime capital of New York, she's used to seeing the darkness that can lay within people. Evil. Reese Ricci in one word. He rules the world of crime, killing and smiling in the color of red. By no means is he a kind man. He's ruthless, dangerous, and heartless. That is until he gets captured and thrown into a cell, and a certain girl enters to give him food. While Azalea tempts him into the light, Reese tempts her into the dark. And Azalea quickly realizes, Evil might just taste better than good.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── What happens when two broken souls find an understanding in eachother. When they both find a moment of peace with eachothers company, momentarily free from the burdens of their messed up lives Do they heal together? Or do they break eachother further? Joey lynch x femoc Ballylaggin 1999-????

(𝐑𝐄𝟐 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐎𝐂) ❝You aren't my type Kennedy.❞︎ IN WHICH RAE SILIVAN WAS JUST trying to go home but gets stuck in an apocalyptic police station. ❝Is that a challenge Silivan?❞︎

Blurb: Joey Lynch has never known softness. With his older brother gone, an abusive father looming, and the weight of four siblings on his back, Joey's learned to survive by shutting the world out - with fists, fire, and heroin. But just when the darkness feels permanent, a quiet voice begins to pull him out. Keira Kavanagh is known for her kind smile, her gentle presence, and her last name - sister to Johnny, Tommen's golden boy. No one sees the secrets she carries. No one knows that behind her perfect mask lives a memory she's buried deep, one that still haunts her every breath. He's chaos. She's calm. He's breaking. So is she. And yet, when they collide - it's not perfect. It's not pretty. But it's honest. It's healing. And maybe, just maybe, it's enough. Set in the world of The Boys of Tommen, this is the untold story of two souls surviving what they never should have had to - and holding on to the kind of love that demands to be fought for.

"𝓘'𝓭 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." "𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮."