Irish Courage Novels & Stories

"I know that's look, Irish. Just give up already. Can't you see that we've been defeated already?" Irish shook her head and glared at her mother. " I know you are a coward mom but I'm not. I won't sit down here defeated and watch some stupid strangers take over what's rightly mine, mother! No!" She stood up on her feet and walked to the window. "Do you remember all we've gone through to keep that position until now? And you want me to give up just like that? It's not done, Mom. I will never allow them do this time us! Never!" She banged her fist on the wall.

she opened the car door and ran out of the car running towards her home limping. Iris could not decipher whether she was glad or disappointed that he did understand and did not follow after her. '''''''''' Edwin never fails to get awed by the strong girl who left his car moments ago He had heard tales of woman's courage and bravery since childhood. Iris was one live example. He wished he could take away all the troubles harshness of her life that she was facing so strongly. He'd learnt that life had taught her a lot more than what girls her age deserve to learn.

I announce, standing to get my phone. "No!" She shouts, as she scrambles to get my phone from my hand. "Why not?" "I-i just, -" she releases a huge breath, " - I just want them out of this. I'm okay now, he didn't do anything Iris." "What do you mean 'you just want them out of this' ?" I send her a glare, "You being lucky now doesn't mean you'll be lucky tomorrow. These guys are after me and I'm out here putting y'all in danger."

“I wasn’t brave enough to face her.” I pull her against me, wrapping her in my arms. Her head rests on my shoulder as she cries, her scent mingling with salt and fear. “You’re braver than you think,” I whisper. “You stood up to my sister, before. That takes courage. Only one other woman ever dared to.” I flinch. My mind drifts to Iris Herewit, defiant, fierce, fearless. She stood against Erianna. And died for it. A brittle laugh leaves Iris’ throat.

I could hear myself from about eight to nine miles away. "No need for all these now, Irisha… you've finally gotten here…" he said, walking towards me as I walked backwards, slowly. "Now come here!" He commanded as he gripped and yanked me closer. I could feel the tension welling up in my eyes as the usual energetic self had already left me. I screamed so loudly, almost breaking my voice completely. A loud, hard knock plastered on my head like a blasting thunder. —---------- "You still here, Irisha?"

"We'll figure it out together, even if we have to go back in that forest." "There are all types of creatures in those woods." Camille shuddered, "I wouldn't be able to defend myself." "I think the three of us can manage." I grinned, feeling elated once a wry smile formed on Camille's face. Iridian changed people, I knew that much. I hoped that by the end of the games, Camille wasn't so afraid anymore. It was clear her little brother's death affected her, and I couldn't imagine going through the same, but life wasn't to be feared. Life was to be celebrated, to be cherished at every twist and turn. I hoped that someday she would realize that and live the life her little brother would have want

Irish was in Mr Mark's office, and the old Alpha was shouting on her as if no tomorrow. "What do you want me to do? " Irish asked with a low voice and sultry. Mr Mark visibly gulped. " So Mr Mark, your place or mine? " Tsk, just one look and they are gone. Irish is famous among the Alphas. Why? Because nothing can break her. Be as rough as you want; she would endure all of it or even ask for more as if challenging them to test her limits. It gets her pleasure knowing that she owns them practically. The Alpha runs behind her just for good fuck, and she lets them. Simple.