Ireland A Novels & Stories

One day, she decided to take a break from her demanding corporate life and embark on a soul-stirring journey to the enchanting land of Ireland. Luna had heard countless tales of Ireland's breathtaking landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and warm-hearted people. Eager to experience it all firsthand, she boarded a plane bound for Dublin, the vibrant capital city of Ireland. As she stepped onto the Irish soil, a wave of excitement and anticipation washed over her.

“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

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.”

But this time, he did. 'I'm from Colorado' Irene suddenly said before she burst out laughing. 'that's a lie' Zach argued. 'but i got you for a second, didn't I?' Zach chuckled. 'i stay in Pueblo, Mexico' Alas, she admitted to him while he smiled, still shocked at far, this stretched. This, whatever it was. And his mother still watched as her son faced the other side of the white washed walls and laughed at nothing in particular. To her. ×

SAOIRSE. The bass hit me first, thrumming through the floorboards and up into my bones like a second heartbeat. Ireland had no shortage of clubs, but this one was different—darker, more dangerous. It was the kind of place where the wrong glance could start a war, and the right smile could get you everything you wanted.

"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.

Her and Chris’s people and I can’t identify this emotion that bubbles in my chest. “I promise you Ireland I mean you no harm at all. I came to apologize for my previous actions.” “Alpha Ireland.” “Huh?” “It’s Alpha Ireland.” She says with authority radiating off of her. The authority and coldness literally has me wanting to wince. “Of course Alpha Ireland.”

Our affair had started mainly as a curiosity on my part, Rory moved around with a sullen demeanor, he was an attractive being but his temperament and his gloomy, dark persona steered people away from him as quickly as his green eyes drew them in but that attracted me to him even more. Aisling was a fairy princess that had been captured and sold into slavery by the sea raiders. She came to the Blackwell territory when the raiders had unearthed a hidden fairy kingdom and wiped her clan away. Father had bought her at the slave markets the summer my Mam died. He thought I needed a companion to be by my side throughout my grief. She pledged her life and loyalty to me, our friendship blossomed as