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Feeling 12

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Reads 1,668
Votes 24
Parts 30
Time 6h 5m

Mature

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Aisling Meave Brennar has just moved with her family to Ballylaggin, her mother's hometown.

Having spent several summers there, she is already familiar with some faces, especially, that of Claire Biggs, her best friend since the age of ten, who is thrilled to see her all year round now that she's moved.

Although new beginnings can be challenging, Aisling can't help but feel happy to be there, eagerly looking forward to what the new school year will bring.


Patrick Desmond Feely had spent his entire life in Ballylaggin, a place where nothing ever changed.
He loved music and had a natural talent for it, it was his true passion, and if it weren't for being tied to the family farm, he knew his future would lie in that world.All Rights Reserved

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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.

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Journee Lynch has always lived in the shadows-of her siblings, her twin Joey, and the trauma she's quietly carried alone. In a family bursting with strong personalities and loud voices, Journee is the one everyone forgets. Quiet, scarred, and painfully overlooked, she's learned to expect invisibility. Hughie Biggs, on the other hand, can't afford to go unnoticed. The golden boy of Tommen, he's the picture of perfection: top of his class, star on the field, and the pride of his family. But the pressure to be flawless is suffocating, and mistakes are not part of his reality. Their worlds collide when Hughie stumbles upon Journee-the girl no one sees but who captures all of him. In her, he finds something real. Something raw. And as he begins to uncover the layers of the girl everyone overlooks, he finds himself captivated by the very imperfections she's been taught to hide.

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For Joey Lynch, the world was never anything but a rotten, cruel battlefield. Born on a holiday meant for light, he was instead forged in the darkness of an abusive legacy, forced to become a protector before he was even a boy. He is a creature of trauma and raw survival, forever battling the seductive, drowning pull of addiction that promises a final escape. But there has always been a light in the dark for him. Just a singular, defiant spark: Estella, his sister's best friend. She is a magnificent anomaly, a walking, breathing sunbeam in his grime-coated life. Her hair is a shock of bright, liquid silver, catching the light like spilled moonlight, framing a face that is dizzyingly, charmingly cute. Her eyes, wide and unnerving, are the colour of molten silver.When she stares up at Joey, meeting his trauma-hardened gaze with her impossible luminosity and a cheeky, uncompromising grin, he knows: she is trouble. The necessary kind. He has lost everything: his peace, his innocence, his stability. But she is the one thing that can never slip away. Not when he snarls and retreats like a cornered animal; she simply stares, her bright eyes unsettlingly steady, and deploys that silly, confident grin. God, he is putty in her hands. The temptation between them is a physical, humming wire, stretched taut for years. But when they finally give in-when the shadow reaches for the light, and the light does not pull away-things dare to take a turn for the worse. As Joey fights his darkest demons, trying to fend off his violent father and the relentless grip of addiction, he discovers that the girl who glows has been quietly burning, too. They need to decide if this fierce, hard-won love can genuinely tame all the anger and war within them... ... and if a single, silver light is truly the answer to all the world's rot.

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