Cillian Murphy Younger Novels & Stories

“Sorry, uncle. Just had a lot of things to handle. But I’m here, so I’ll definitely make it up to you. “Well, you better. It's been so chaotic without you” “Oh. You haven’t met, right? The lady over there is Andrei Swann, Casper’s girlfriend. The kid beside them is the cute, little Stell, their son” Murphy heard footsteps walking towards them. Later on, the chair beside her moved as Andrei rose for a handshake. “To think Casper managed to get a girlfriend, and a kid at that? Man, you gotta reveal your prayers” the man remarked that made everyone in the hall burst into laughter. “I am truly gone for so long”

Cillian, now a teenager, was standing right beside her chair, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. And then, she simply disappeared from the pages. The next photograph was devoid of any color or warmth. It was a picture of a rainy, overcast day at a cemetery. A young Cillian stood entirely alone in front of a fresh grave, dressed in a tailored black suit. His shoulders were rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. There was no Sterling in this photo. There were no half-brothers. There was only a boy whose world had just completely shattered, forced to face the darkness by himself.

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

Her smile was facetious. Cillian laughed as Michael coughed. “That’s why I like you!” He turned to Quinn who was sitting quietly trying not to be noticed. “And this must be Quinn…” Her eyes came up to ones that matched Reese’s. Cillian was a very handsome older man with silver touches to the sides of his black hair, slicked back, perfectly groomed in an impeccable tux. “…I’ve just heard a lot about you, my dear…I’ve never seen my son so animated.”

he said and when George heard the word 'Leave' he was shock and speechless, all the times that Cillian refused to come home he left with 'I will be back to see you guys' and then he would disappear for years without even coming back here, he wondered that this time Cillian said the world 'Leave' how many decades he would disappear for, Cillian originally wanted to distract his dad so Emma could leave, so now that his work was done, George's nagging was starting to get on his nerves, George swallowed back the protest he wanted to make and let the male reach the living room. When Cillian entered he heard gasps from two female voices, inside the living room was Ava, Cillian's mom, Emily, Jose m

-Why do you ask? - A few nights ago I discovered a photograph on Ciro's laptop that has been bothering me. - He said, looking down and running a finger along the edge of his glass. - It was the two of them, but younger. I'd bet Simon couldn't have been older than nineteen. -Are you sure you didn't get confused? - Caitlin asked. -Very sure. It was them. -He emphasized, looking at her. That feeling that they were lying to him was getting inside him. Threatening to destabilize his sanity.

“Your full moon ball. Was it fun? Before everything else…sorry stupid question, ignore me.” Cilllian picked up one of my dough balls and squashed it in his hand. He used to put a finger in them, actively wrecking this one. Smushing it between his great fingers beyond any use. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves, his powerful forearms so close I could see his arm hairs stood on end. “It was pointless. I told my parents it was pointless before we went and now they’re gone.” His tone was dark and bitter. I had never heard my dear friend sound so low before. “Cillian, is there anything I can do?”

Ethan was aware of the event that went down yesterday because he was the only friend that I have and also Ethan was very much interested in my love life. “Come on! You can't avoid him forever. So what if he rejects you? He's a fool for doing that. You are ten times better than Miss Smith and there are plenty of men out there. Mr Blake is a fine dude. Only twenty years older than you” I scowled in disgust,recalling my Physics teacher. Ethan cocked his eyebrow and his lips turned up. I looked at him in a skeptical way, my brain refusing to acknowledge what runs on his mind. “Shut up. Let's talk about Mr Young here. He called me a kid.” I said, raising up my hands in exasperation. He gave me a

Cillian Cillian, Kinsley, and Gunner (15 years old) Reagan (14 years old) “What the fuck happened to you, Kensington? You look like a starving vampire.” Kinsley’s cheeks are hollow and dark circles surround her eyes. Her long black hair curtains the sides of her face making her features appear more gothimal even without make-up.

These changes don't happen overnight, but the concern was heavy in her mind. The talk about Brian Murphy's new wife got to her. Brian was 68 years old and was recently married to a 24-year-old model. She couldn't help but think, what if the same thing happen to Declan? It wasn't impossible. He had proven that he was not the man she thought he was. These things can happen to anyone.