Is Ian Gallagher Gay Novels & Stories

I really hoped the files would give an answer to what I had asked for. After reading through all the documents, I couldn't help but be baffled at what I found out. This was all the information about Gael, which I gathered through my bodyguard. At first, when I saw him down there, I got scared and almost mistook him for an alien. I couldn't believe that the boy I had been in love with was unisex. I never would have thought that people like him actually existed. I am bisexual and never have I met someone with such attributes before. From the questions I asked my brother, it seemed Gael doesn't have anyone in his life yet. In this situation, I think it would be nice if I butted in.

“You see, young lady, sir William has never had any girls with him. Never had he gone to any clubs, far places just to find a girl. You see… his family thought he was gay.” Valentine grinned. Indeed, William could be gay. He was the CEO of a famous lingerie company after all. He might have had tons of female undergarments in his drawers for him to wear. She now finally had the opportunity to bully, expose and humiliate him in front of the women who were deeply obsessed with him.

Brigid stood there, her green eyes shadowed with worry. "Ciara, what is going on?" she asked again, her voice softer now. I opened my mouth, but the words stuck in my throat. What could I say? That the perfect marriage, the perfect mate, the perfect life—it had all been built on a lie? I swallowed hard. "Ronan is gay." "What?" Brigid stepped closer, her brow furrowed. "What did you just say?" "Ronan is gay," I repeated, my voice stronger now. "Or maybe he's not. I don't know what to call it. But I saw him with Ewan. They were..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

You understand nothing so keep your fucking mouth shut before I shut it for you. If Kieran’s gay, then why was he interested in me?

He was the complete opposite—a troublemaker. He was a bad boy that every boy feared, and a playboy that every girl desired to be with. "Ian Dawson never dates. He only believes in one-night stands," my best friend, Abigail, muttered from my left side. I turned my head toward her. She smirked at me and said, "You innocent girl, don’t listen to this gossip." "I was just—" "Babe, I know you really well. But let me tell you something. He is waiting for his mate. That's why he doesn't date. These are his own words," she whispered to me.

“Yeah?” “Hell, yeah,” Aidan said, his golden eyes as warm and bright as a sunrise. “So, here it is, OK? Ace Cuddy, VP of The Fallen Angels motorcycle club, is gay.”

What year did he think it was? A chill ran up my spine a moment later. Mari. My drunken marriage. The annulment. Jesus Christ, if old man Gallagher found out about this he’d disinherit Niamh. He was petty enough to do it. The fact that he hadn’t yet was a fucking miracle.

My breathing turned uneven as I dragged both hands through my hair. Tonight could have ended so much worse. One wrong move, one mistake, and Aria would still be sitting in a holding cell right now. My phone rang suddenly, breaking through the silence. I answered immediately. “What?” Ian gasped through the speaker. “Wow. Is that how you thank your brother for a job well done?” I loosened my tie roughly before tossing it onto the floor. “I’m not in the mood, Ian.” “I know I’m bisexual, and you're quite attractive,” he replied dryly, “but you’re still not my type, Xavier.”

I looked at Oisin, my face scrunched up in question. He looked at me and chuckled. "Not every guy, love. Some of us prefer cock." My mouth dropped open as he led me out of the closet and into a chair by the window. Rhyon silently watched from the other chair. "What the fuck, Oisin. You weren't supposed to break her." "He's gay." I said to Rhyon as I pointed to Oisin. "And?" He shrugged, eyeing me suspiciously. "How did I miss it? My gaydar is spot on. Were you trying to hide it from me on purpose?" I asked.

Even if it was casual, he still got to touch her when I didn’t. “Gio, look at me.” Slowly, my eyes drifted to her face. And it was only when I was looking at her that she spoke again. “Kieran’s gay, Gio. He doesn’t like me like that.” I blinked at her in shock. He was gay? Risking a glance at the man I knew was called Kieran. I watched him shrug, his lips twisted sheepishly. “He’s gay?” I parroted back. “Yes, he would fancy you before he did me.” Keeley's hand was still on my arm, her fingers clutching at my shirt sleeve. My gun hand lowered.