Irish Romance Novels & Stories

I shuddered from the chilling deja-vu as I turned on the light and tried to peer into the darkness. At some point during my journey in Iridian, I began to accept the fact that death was not only possible, but somewhat common here. The deeper you went--the more dangerous things became. I wondered how many contestants treaded on top of the water, blissfully content at the romanticized thoughts of actual magic. So, few actually went beneath the surface, to the side of magic those romantics wish to ignore. Helena had seen it for the first time when we went into the restricted section of the library. I had seen it myself within the halls of Castle Mist, when I had nearly lost my life to Abel and

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

She watched as the anxiety on his face vanish but there were still some embers of hope in his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to charm you then. I'll charm you into falling in love with me," Asher asserts, yet he was scared his words were dumb. He could be slick-tongued with the ladies when he wanted to, but he had no such luck with Joan. Still, he hoped his words carried over his emotions. This was all so confusing to Joan. She and Asher are in a contractual relationship which he initiated for selfish reasons. They are deceiving people through the camouflage of a fake romance. All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance.

"You don't feel sorry for me, Dam? You already have a future wife. Most of our friends are already married. Me? I don't have a boyfriend yet, Dam. Guess why?” "Because you make resorts on other islands too often?" guessed Adam. "No. Because of your curse." Yara looked at Adam with a look full of annoyance. Yara's words succeeded in making Adam frown. "What curse?" "Tsk! You don't remember when you swore at me when we broke up?" "Hah?" Adam was getting confused by the random words that came out of Yara's thin lips. "Swear what?"

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

It never said the target had to be human. Before I could overthink it, I broke free from the eerie puppets. Sliding forward, I threw myself at the bleeding ghost bride, hugged her tight, and wailed, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been looking everywhere for you!" The ghost bride's eyes widened. "Who are you?" "I'm Samuel Lynch from Brightwater Shore," I said without hesitation. "Your loving husband."

I did finally find a section of fiction, most of the authors being Irish—James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Oscar Wilde were all there. I pulled out a collection of Yeats’ poems. I flipped it open to find an inscription at the front in Irish that I was able to translate: to my beloved Maire, Sean. I knew that Maire was the Irish version of Mary. My heart started pounding. It felt like kismet, coming upon this book dedicated to my grandmother after that strange conversation I’d had with Mrs. Walsh. I flipped through the pages, and my heart nearly fell to my toes when a note fluttered to the floor. I grabbed it, noting that edges were yellow with age. I carefully unfolded it after I’d set the book d

Even when he wore shabby clothes, he still had a beautiful face. "Well, since you and your husband are not really doing the things that married people should do… Can I make a move for him?" Iris asked nonchalantly. She had been crushing on Liam for days now. And it didn't really matter to her that he didn't have anything. Erin frowned deeply, and then she scoffed. "I told you already not to do that," Erin warned. Meanwhile, at the restaurant Liam and Cara were having dinner. The atmosphere between Liam and Cara was very awkward and romantic at the same time.

Ruby sweet-talked, connecting their foreheads together and gazing passionately into Carmilla's eyes. The raven-haired can only blush due to the undeniable sincerity in her fiancee's words. She suddenly connected their lips together never minding the prejudice of their audience or the fact that their expensive lipsticks are getting smudged. Ruby kissed back with equal passion, sending fire into her soul due to their fiery intimacy. The only thing Carmilla cares about right now is ravishing the supple lips of the romantic lady in her embrace.