Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

What was unlikely though, was the fact that the youngest Gallagher did not want to be discovered by anyone. "Jordan Gallagher has become one of my assets," said the Brigadier General. He pouted thoughtfully as he ushered Vee back to the hallway. "He is also a member of the Black Ribbon Elites, working as a field agent. I wonder if he is prepared to show himself to the world."

Gerald pinned me to the couch and had his way with me over and over again. … I mopped the floor, my waist still sore from yesterday's activities. Then, Rachel tottered to me in her heels with another young woman who was dressed expensively. They shoved me into the bathroom and refused to let me leave. I stared at the other woman for a while before laughing softly. Rachel scowled and snapped, "What are you laughing at?" I was laughing at how these rich kids conspired to commit crimes. The arrogant woman with Rachel was Isla Sadler—she was one of the people who'd caused Lila's death.

If anything, I had only fueled her desire to prove something—to herself, to her little circle of gossipers, and most importantly, to Katherine. And this time, she wasn’t alone. Standing beside her was Mr. Gallagher, one of the senior managers. A middle-aged man with graying hair, a slight paunch, and a smug expression that made my stomach turn. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who thought his position in the company made him untouchable—someone who believed he could do whatever he pleased and get away with it. His presence made it clear that this wasn’t just about office gossip anymore. This was an ambush.

Just another piece in the room. Galli nodded to one of his suited men. “Bring us something proper.” The man bowed slightly and disappeared. Galli turned back to us, his smile sharpening. “She’s different from the last one. What was her name again? Isadora? The singer from Naples. Legs that didn’t quit, if I recall.” Elian said nothing. His face remained unreadable, calm in the way a loaded gun is calm. My throat went dry. Isadora. I’d written about her a month ago. A missing persons piece, barely two hundred words. She’d vanished without a trace. A small club singer with a bright future, last seen at a gala on the Amalfi coast.

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"She is Iryna Gallagher, she inherited a lot of wealth from her father Fred Gallagher." "Good, keep an eye on her. That bodyguard also looked like someone that knows something, I want everything on them," Kynes demanded.

“ Well I heard his aunt was watching over it for him until he came of age, it belonged to his mother- she died when he was younger and his aunt was supposed to come to introduce him but I think something came up” “How do you even know all of these?” I asked her. “Because unlike you, most people have used the internet and the Gallagher story had once caused a stir and I can't believe you couldn't recognize popular Caden Gallagher, every lady's sweetheart and see he's on all the covers of Hey magazine” she had her phone in front of me with a picture of a Greek god with messy black hair and the deepest shade of blue eyes ever. Did he look like this? I couldn't remember.

He went for the first aid kit and tended to Lily's injury. "I see. Now that you found another gullible person, you dumped me. Well, all men are the same, taking advantage of weaklings and the great Mr McClean's son is no exception," Lyla sneered and angrily exited the living room, and climbed the staircase. Derry was boiling inside with anger upon hearing Lyla's words. He began to wonder how he had fallen in love with such a person. Lyla doesn't love him yet she hates to see him with another woman. Lily's mind was lost in her thoughts and hence did not pay attention to what Lyla had said.

I've been good, and I must say life is good. Delcan POV As I looked at Chantelle, I noticed that she seemed distant, as if her mind was elsewhere. I knew that she had been through a lot, and I wanted to help her in any way I could. "Chantelle, I know that you've been through a lot, and I'm here for you," I said. "You can tell me anything, and I'll listen." Chantelle looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't know where to start," she said. I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Start at the beginning," I said. "And take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Chantelle took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice shaking at first, but gradually growing stronger. She told me

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"