Ian Gallagher Season 1 Novels & Stories

“Harper, do you think I’m playing with you?” “Isn’t that what this is?” She arched her brows and met his cold, piercing gaze. “Mr. Gallagher, I’m here to work at GG Group, not to play at romance. Please show me some respect!” ***

She snorted. “See?” Ivan turned to me. “She has her own little fan club.” Jane approached me and held out her hand. “Jane Kelly.” I stood and shook her hand. “Gina McCartney.” “You’re not here to direct my shoot, are you?” “No.” I laughed. “I’m just watching. I won’t say a word.” She nodded and smiled with nude lips. “Perfect.” She turned to Ivan. “Ivan Stone, stop looking at my arse. You’re only entitled to do that through a camera, you lecherous git.”

“I’m not going to cook with a banana you’ve already eaten.” Now I felt especially stupid. What was I doing? Flustered, I was close to tossing the banana in the trash and running back to my room, but I forced myself to take a deep breath. I set the stupid banana on a nearby counter and held out my hand. “I’m Niamh Gallagher.” Added in a harder tone, “Sean Gallagher’s granddaughter.” The woman clucked her tongue. “I know who you are, lass.” She didn’t take my hand, though. She just kept staring at me, like she’d never seen someone like me in her life.

Melissa left the hospital to meet her mate I stayed by my mate's side. The maid came in to give me food. I ate and slept off beside my mate. I felt a hand on my cheek and I opened my eyes I saw a bright eyed mate looking at me with a smile. I stood up to look at her “ You are awake" Jessica POV I woke up in a sterile hospital room, the steady beeping of a monitor beside my bed. My body aches, my mind is foggy, and my last memory is fractured

Gallagher’s strained voice came from somewhere behind me as more boulders rained down on us and I gritted my teeth, pushing against the tide to rise to my feet. Where was Raya? I felt my heartbeat quicken as I chanced a look through the slit in the armor to see the deformed beasts bulldozing their way across the field, thousands of them! Their beady eyes glowed a deep red, exactly the way the blood moonstone had on my brother’s neck. Gallagher was right! We would be run over if we don't start attacking, and yet, my eyes sought my brother in the crowd. “Your Highness!!” Gallagher screeched in a panic, and I could picture his eyes bulging with fear behind me before I sounded the attack.

" I let my gaze flick to Nora, watching as her smirk wavered, her confidence faltering for the first time. Her smirk flickered for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening around her crossed arms. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." Her brow furrowed, and for a brief second, I saw uncertainty flash across her features. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she snapped. I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, I think you do. But let me refresh your memory—does the name Mr. Gallagher ring a bell?" Gallagher’s face paled instantly. "That’s enough," he snapped.

Alpha Hunter yawned, and then his stomach released a sound. Garrick was having a hard time maintaining composure, Gael’s emotions were calling her a clown. They wanted to act at the same time they knew they had to play nice. After Alpha Hunter realized they wouldn’t speak, he stretched, slapped a hand on his stomach as if telling it to silence and turned around. “Gael, what a nice surprise.” He didn’t stare at Garrick. His heartbeat spiked, he saw it in Gael’s eyes. Something was wrong. She wasn’t here to lament him. It pushed him to stare at Garrick, he confirmed, indeed, they were fucked up.

The adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving me with all the emotions I had buried while I focused on running. I dropped to my knees and tears bleed out of my eyes, blurring my vision and sending my hands to the earth. I was free. I, Camille Du... No. I wasn't a Dumont. I was a Gallagher. I Camile Gallagher was free and I missed my family. The one that actually loved me.

I turned, blonde, blue eyes and defined jaw a cigarette in his hand. He looked like trouble and didn't hide it. “I’m Gallagher,” he said, flashing a lazy smirk,“but you can call me Gal.” I gave him a look, “Hazel.” “You’re hot.” I shrugged, “yeah, whatever.” His grin widened, “wanna dance?” I didn’t answer. I just turned around, letting my back press against his chest. We moved together, his hands hovering over my ass but not touching. My eyes fluttered shut for a second, this was insane, my body was doing things I didn’t even realise I could pull off.

Austin Cunningham marched into the Gallagher home, a bloody mess, a scowl on his face, anger radiated all around him. Dust as if to show that he had came far. When the servants informed Lady Martha of an intruder, she had gone off to see whom it was. She was stunned when she saw Austin, all beaten up.