Niamh Adkins Novels & Stories

Sigh. Grayson’s mouth tightened even further. ‘I will not allow my brother to be exploited by someone who’s only after a meal ticket.’ ‘She’s not looking for any such thing.’ I knew it wouldn’t take him long to see how limited my sister was in some areas. Unlike his brother, Niamh has no visible disability but if you spend enough time with her it soon becomes apparent she has some limitations. Not physical but intellectual. She has a reading age of an eight-year-old. She can only do simple maths. She has a small working memory, so complicated tasks can easily overwhelm her. Her support worker has helped her enormously, and of course, I do everything I can, especially since Mum died three and

Queen Niamh, stood at the window of her chamber with a wine glass in her hand, looking at the setting sun. A deep frown lingered on her face. The wine glass was full and looked like she hadn’t even taken a sip. Her deep thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. She reeled back to her senses, put the glass down and said in a soft voice, “Come in.” A girl entered, short, a-lined bob reddish brown hair, snow like skin, nails painted black. She bowed and said,

Brindle asked, holding onto Richard, but he pulled away from her touch and walked away. ........... "Wait a minute," Aditi thought, her gaze fixed on the front page headline on her phone. "Is it the same person we went looking for? Can this be her, or am I just tripping over this?" she wondered as she stared closely at it. Without hesitation, she quickly turned to G****e and typed in the name that had caught her attention. As the search results loaded, the front page hit her. "Natalie Wood," she whispered, her voice barely audible, and her eyes widened as she scanned the page. "Does Liam know about this?" she muttered.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Alaria: “You can’t do this,” I said, voice small at first and then cracking like a whip. Heat rose in my chest until it was all flames. “You can’t keep deciding for me. For Nasia. For us. I am choosing to be subtle until now, but it does not mean that I am letting it go, Liam. I am not going to keep ignoring everything that you do simply because you want me to.”

"Don't tell me a wolf that got kicked out of his pack. What did you do?" "I was videotaped having sex with someone in college, and they uploaded it to the networks, but I wasn't to blame for that. They drugged me and I couldn't do anything." "Ah... You're Jared Ackerman?" "How do you know my name?" "Obvious, everyone talks about you, many said you were gay, because you didn't have a girlfriend. You're famous, you're a pretty rare unattainable alpha. Some people talk about you. "I see, I'm so weird, everyone knows superficial things about me."

Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake. Alexis lose her footing, her leg gave way under her, she fell down just like a log of wood, all her training as a martial artist expert does not prepared her for this frustration, all her mental strength could not even withstand the pressure she was under right now, she lost all her cool and she burst to a huge cries.

Max asked. "The two of them managed to produce a healthy, well-mannered, beautiful daughter and my sister never came running back, did she?" Maddison said, breaking out of Max's arms and storming off the dance floor. She didn't come in our direction as Max was hot on her trail. That was when Leo finally spoke. "Maddison Megestanis," He said over the crowd just loud enough for her to hear without turning too many other heads. She immediately stopped and looked our way. Leo summoned her with his finger and she graciously approached curtsying when she arrived.

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

"I just didn't think it would be the first sentence." She was thirty-one and not quite what Sera had expected from Damien's description. Not because the description was wrong; it was accurate in every particular. But accuracy didn't always capture the quality of a person, and Niamh's quality was something that required presence to receive. She was medium height, dark-haired, with the specific build of someone who spent significant time on construction sites, not slight, not heavy, just substantial in the way of people who moved through physical space for work and had made peace with their body as a tool. Her face was open and quick, the expressions moving across it with a speed that suggeste