Seventeen-year-old Aelin has spent her life surviving. Kidnapped as an infant by her mother and raised in a home marked by neglect, addiction, and abuse, she learned early that love was something to fear. After her mother's overdose left her in the hands of a man who hurt her and left her pregnant, Aelin's world felt completely hopeless. Then the police arrive with unexpected news: her abuser is dead, and buried in old records is a report from a father who never stopped searching for her. Now Aelin is being sent to live with the father and four older brothers she never knew existed. Terrified they'll be no different from the family she lost, yet quietly longing for something better, Aelin must decide if she can risk trusting them, and whether this new beginning could mean safety for her and her baby.

Blaire. Kai. Jude. The world didn't exist outside of the three of them. Bound by blood, fear and the hope of leaving together. What happens when the trio decide to leave their foster home, find a home for themselves elsewhere? What happens when they stumble upon familiar men? What happens when these men hunt them down? Not to kill. To bring them home. Will Blaire learn to trust anyone other than the twins? Will the twins learn to give over control, allow themselves to live? Or will secrets turn it all upside down? Started: 4/12/25 Ended: 7/02/26

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

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?

Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small. When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she searches for a place to stay, falling no where else but in a house with two men. Dominant, best friends, and beautiful, River and Larson are the kind of men who don't take no for an answer, and when they want something... they get it. With already having all the trauma and pain in her past, it's probably best if she stays away... The only question is if they'll let her... and if she wants to. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 for younger me, who wanted to be his first choice. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Ongoing!

Has half ever been enough, will it ever be enough... Their mother cheated with another man and left, yet when she dies after a horrible accident leaving Adella all alone, will they come to her rescue and show her what family truly is. Or is her disconnection from them far too great for them to care for her? #1 #missingsomeone 2025

When Mila's Dad suddenly overdoes she is sent to live with her brothers, who she didn't even know she had. .... Mila is a 16 year old teen mum, with a 3 year old son Noah. Her dad was never good to her growing up, and after her mothers death, he was rarely home. Jaxon Russo was a harsh business man, owning nearly half the clubs in Australia the last thing he needs is a 16 year old girl coming and living with him. How will Mila's 5 brothers react to her suddenly moving in. Better yet what will they think when they realise she has a son?

Brian O'Neill. The coldest fella Tommen's has ever seen-or so they say. And I get it. He walks down the halls like he owns the place, never says much unless he has to, face like it's carved out of marble, always unreadable. He's like a winter prince-untouchable, a bit terrifying, and way too beautiful to be real. But he's mine. He's my boyfriend. He makes my heart beat like a bloody war drum every time he so much as looks at me with that stormy gaze of his. Protective to a fault. He'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his siblings safe. They're everything to him-his whole bleeding heart, even if he acts like he hasn't got one. And he fights. Not schoolyard scuffles. Not rugby scraps. I'm talking about underground, illegal fights. The kind you don't talk about. The kind you pray he walks away from. *** Daisy Biggs. If sunshine had a body and a runway walk, it'd be her. She's Ireland's it girl-covers of magazines, Vogue campaigns, CHANEL deals before she was even out of third year. Everyone knows her name. Every girl wants to be her, and every lad stares a bit too long when she walks past. But she's mine. She's my girlfriend. Yeah-me. The cold bastard with blood on his knuckles and bruises under his hoodie. I don't know how I pulled her, honest to God. Maybe 'cause she sees something in me no one else bothers to look for. But we keep it quiet. No one at Tommen's knows. Can't risk the papers finding out, or the other students. She's soft with me. Gentle in a way that makes me forget I've got cuts across my ribs or a busted lip. When I show up to her place, bleeding or shaking or just not right in the head after a fight, she never freaks. She just pulls me in, cleans me up, and wraps her arms around me like I'm something worth saving. I know she hates the fights. Hates what they do to me. Hates what I have to do to win. But what am I supposed to do? When you've got a da who treats you like a weapon, you learn real quick that choices are a luxury.

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 🇵🇸)

She could feel the forest die when they returned. The forest had always been her friend. It was the one place that ever made sense to Ivy Swan - the rhythm of rain on cedar, the hush after a storm. The woods were alive to her. Every root, every gust of wind, every whisper through the ferns spoke a language she understood. It was how she breathed. How she stayed grounded. But that morning, the forest wasn't breathing right. The air was too still. The birds were silent. Even the river moved slow, like it didn't want to draw attention to itself. And Ivy felt it - the shift. It crawled up her spine like static, her pulse syncing with the cold ground beneath her feet. The energy wasn't natural. It didn't belong to Forks. It didn't belong anywhere she knew. Something foreign had returned. Paul Lahote X OC