Aidan Gallagher Ethnicity Novels & Stories

I didn’t understand why they didn’t just wait for her to get back to marry her off to the English mafia king. But I wasn’t in a position to ask questions. If I did, I would be punished. Cathal didn’t wait for me to agree. He dragged me to Daniela’s room, where all her things had been packed. Her clothes were smaller than mine. While she was petite, I had curves and a slightly bigger chest. It must have been why her sequin dress had refused to come off earlier. How was I to fit into those clothes until Daniela came back? “Behave. Don’t you dare tell Cillian anything about your identity. From now on, you are Uma Kavanagh, the youngest heir to the Irish mafia. You’re twenty-three, not twenty-on

"You look a little too happy. Doesn't she, Hales?" "I think the gala went better than she expected," Haley jokes as she narrows her dark, almond-shaped eyes at me. She's gorgeous. Her skin is tan, and her hair is dark and curly. Her father is middle-eastern and her mother had Irish roots. "Why don't you tell us the truth about what truly happened?"

Giggling, Idara terminated the call as instructed, and then she put her phone back in her pocket. “I swear to God, that guy is the liveliest guy I've ever seen in this dry school.” Anastasia confessed in admiration, smiling. “And he has sense like mad. Plus, he's so damn fine. A clean, handsome, young fella with the sauce. He would've been a complete package for me if only he wasn't a light-skinned half-caste, though. I don't like fair guys. I prefer them purely African and dark.” “So why are you telling me this?” Idara raised a questioning brow, both arms akimbo. “Your problem. Not mine.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound dripping with disdain. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like ‘being arrested’ keep me down? I’m the Almighty Aiden Gallagher, Caitlin. Do you really think anything can hold me back for long?” I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I don’t care who you think you are anymore. I’m done being afraid of you...sir." I quickly added. His smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing.

She turned to the tall fit blonde next to her. "Same. I originally came from Sweden, I got to the US shortly after the Civil War ended," Gadiel answered plainly, throwing down his card. "Then met Garrix, Ada, Sapphire, and Nicolai." "Cali in the 1960s, my sister. The hipster years," Danté casually slurred, placing his card down and weaving out a peace sign. "Currently in my late 70s but don't even show it." Fortune threw her card down but never answered hers. She looked around and noticed everyone glancing at her. "What?"

Aiden said and walked out with Lauren. " Did you actually laughed at me?" Martha asked me. " Not really, guess you broke a nose." I said and smirked. " I'll beat you to the top." She said and hit me with her shoulder before she left. " Sorry about that, everyone's a competition." Bethany said walking to where I was. " I guess, nice to meet you." I said and smiled at her. " Thanks . Where are you from?" Bethany asked. " I'm pretty from around everywhere. Dad's sort of an American. My mom's South African." I said and she chuckled.

Aiden continued to push through the conversation. “Dad, the people in that world is different from ours. They don’t have any distinguishing scent.” “Then maybe the child is a girl!” Aiden exclaimed, clearing his throat after. “So you like her?” “I…” he scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know if he is a girl because he hates being called ‘girl’. But yes, I like him.” Aiden groaned. Does the thing about being gay really hit Aiden hard? Why is he so frustrated with this? It’s weird.

Ash followed him. He really hoped it wasn’t the same Dare. That man was only five or six years older than Adam. And he was wealthy and exceptionally good- looking. He only had to look at a woman with his compelling navy eyes and they melted into a puddle at his feet. Ashley sat beside him. “I ... didn’t want to mention it but ... the man who’s helping me with my research is Darien Gallagher. I didn’t mean to let his name slip.” Fuck! Hearing that name again was like a punch to the gut.

Gael was stunned over her behavior as the lady angrily paid up and left. "You can't say such words to people like this." He did not know of he should be with a person like San. "Why not? Why can't I say something to my own race?" She replied making Gael confused. "I am mixed. Can't you tell that?" She questioned him again who was sitting stunned at his place. He suddenly realized her words from earlier. "Your mother....is not asian...right?" "Yeah, she is. And congratulations, you will be a perfect son in law for my mom.

She held Andrea's hand tightly, because she felt strange, it wasn't just because the man knew her mom, there was something else, something strange, but what? "Yes. I'm sorry, my name is Aidan Byrne, yes, I know he's very Irish, but my father was Irish, my mother was American, and I was an American," I smile. A little bit of both. Amber smiled in his direction. "Oh, I've always thought Amber is from Ireland, by the way, my love, isn't your father or mother from there, or some relative?" I'm saying this because of your red hair and your features, and you see that Aidan has them and...