Ireland A Novels & Stories

“Can we go see sheep today?” Keller put on a mock serious face. “That’s Ireland’s national sport.” “Really?” “Nope.” Her kid scowled. “You always lie.” “Only when it’s fun.” Selana shook her head, trying not to laugh, but the smile stuck around. By midmorning, they were driving. The sky stayed gray, endless fields rolled out, and Ireland seemed to run on its own slow schedule. Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger.

Isla was born in December 1995 in Northern Ireland. Tall and blond haired. Her father, Mr. Nightingale descended from Irish royalty. He owned a large estate and a ranch. Her mother, Pat was lowborn, from Edinburgh and fell in love with her dad, defying societal standards. The union produced only one daughter, Isla. They lived in a mansion in the countryside which overlooked the hills of Leitrim. Blue remembered hills. Isla remembered how the hills could be seen from afar spreading accross miles, and covered in Heather and Bracken as well as horses she rode in the range

“Somewhere with space.” The honesty in his voice immediately catches my attention. “Space?” “Aye.” His hand slides lower across my stomach unconsciously. “For the kid.” My chest aches instantly. God. He says things so simply sometimes that they hurt more. “No city?” “Maybe outside the city.” He glances down at me again. “Still close enough I can work.” Translation: close enough to maintain control over New York. Fair. “And Ireland?” That question lands differently. I feel it happen instantly. Cillian goes quieter. More thoughtful. His fingers keep moving slowly against my skin. “Ireland’s complicated.”

Maybe Ireland. She had always wanted to go to Ireland. Every picture she had ever seen was extraordinarily beautiful and she loved the accents. They were so beautiful and intriguing. Greer had once done a school report on Ireland and everything she had learned about it had made her fall in love with the scenery, the culture, and customs. Maybe someday she could run away to Ireland, take the kids and start all over where they knew no one and no one knew them or the hell that they had come from. She scoffs to herself, “Yeah. Like that will ever happen.”

When I return to Russia, I’ll make him understand why he couldn’t come. “Can you get me a meeting?” I say. “I’ve been trying. They’re closed up tighter than a frog’s asshole.” “That watertight, huh?” Jay grins at me as I get into the car. “So far. But frogs have to shit sometime.” When he slides in beside me, I glance out the window. There’s something comforting in Ireland—like coming home, though I’ve never lived here, even though I almost died here. “Let’s go for a drive. I assume you’ve researched the areas they frequent?” I ask.

He went on as Reg shook her head to herself. Memories flooded back to him of the last time he was on this ground. “She?” Reg asked. “Her name’s Irene and she’s everything i ever wanted-“ “You need help” His mother had yelled back to him whilst taking a step back. “I’m not crazy, mum-“ “But you’re falling in love with a voice-“ “She’s real, she’s real mum. She’s real” And just when he was about to back out at the door due to these overwhelming thoughts and the amount of people that stared at him-

"Between here and Leenane is a place called Hazel Mountain Chocolate Factory. They have a cacao tea that's to die for." "Cacao tea? I've never heard of that." "Think cocoa in tea form. I recommend it. Buy more than one bag because shipping to the States will be outrageous." "Wow. Thanks. I'll pick up some chocolate, too," Colleen said, marveling at how friendly the Irish were. "Is there some food I should have here?" "Other than oysters? You have to have some Guinness and some Irish Whisky. Any brand will do," Aidan said then flashed her a smile.

’ Rayna replied, ‘Adley’s going to lose her mind. The child version of myself was dancing with glee, excited to see the Magic hidden within Iridian. I wanted to see the snowcapped mountains of the North, the endless deserts in the West, and the vast ocean that spanned our continent. The adult version of myself knew the risks, knew that I could lose more than my life playing this game.

"It's Mr. Mandirigma and he's the one who will fetch you all in the airport." "Okay." Basil putted inside his coat the card that gave to him. "Take care all of you," he said and they thanked him first before the old man leave them inside. As the door of plane, closed the pilot voice came out in the speaker that they're now about to go. Irish glanced the old man outside the window while they're plane is ready to fly in the air. It was her first time to fly in Bohol and this is the first time she will travelled without her parents. Irish let out a sighed after remembering them. She never read or reply to their messages because of what they done to her. Maybe she will try to call them once they

I smiled back at her. "Oh, I'm not done. Then I want to go to Ireland, the good side, far away from Declan and that Killian creep's family. I want to see the rolling green hills and endless land of flowers. Oo, then Iceland, the blue lagoon." She swooned over that thought and I instantly pictured her in a bikini.