Irish Accent In Writing Novels & Stories

I couldn’t place a finger on it yet, but his presence made me uneasy. “Hey there,” he said in a thick Irish accent, and I arched an eyebrow. I had never heard anyone with such an accent before. Knowing he wasn’t from around here added to the little game I had begun to play in my mind—unraveling who he was—and it piqued my curiosity even more. “You must be Lucian,” he added, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “That’s not a common misconception, but I’m Kade,” I replied calmly and turned back to my mother.

he murmurs. I smile slightly. “You say that a lot.” “Because ye do it a lot.” The Irish accent thickens when he’s relaxed. I’ve noticed that. I’ve noticed everything about him now. The way he checks exits automatically every time we enter a room. The way his hand unconsciously reaches for me in his sleep. The way his voice changes when he says baby. The way violence leaves his body only when he touches me. It should scare me more. Instead, it ruins me completely.

Tactical retreat and a filed report on the encounter would take care of them as soon as a team could be organized. They disappeared from sight as soon as she turned away from them, three figures disappearing into the darkness of the alleys. The peroxide blonde was the first to appear in front of her, his stance easy as he leaned back into his posture and gave her a smile. He was smaller than the other two, thinner with skin so pale it was almost translucent in the light of the full moon. The stud in his nose glimmered with the moonlight and a brownish tint from the light of his pale, amber eyes. "My, my, what long legs ya' have," he said with his smile drifting into a smirk. His accent was p

"Ahh, her. Yes, we were arguing. I'd grown tired of the constant stream of party followers that interrupted the quiet in my house all of the time. I grew to hate the parties and the fact that she grew ever easier to give them at my expense." "You don't like partying?" "An occasional night out is great. Tripping on Les's dogs just doesn't do anything for me. People like your Donnie seem to always follow Celesta wherever she goes." He tipped his head to the side and his green eyes studied her carefully. "I've been trying to place your accent. It's light but I hear just the touch of an Irish brogue. Am I right?"