hennessy book of irish fiction

Felix is in real trouble this time. Not only did he wake up nearly naked in a foreign country -- drugged and abandoned as a prank -- but soon he finds himself being interviewed by the police after crashing the truck of his handsome rescuer, Ronan Malloy. The only way for Felix to make amends is to work off his debt on the injured Ronan’s shabby, struggling farm.<br><br>Ronan Malloy and his grandad Lorcan have big plans for their ancestral farm. Their new boutique cheese will put Malloy Cheesery the map. But he hasn't struck it rich yet. Between the bank and his scheming neighbor, he has enough troubles and doesn't want to deal with an untrained Yankee on top of it.<br><br>Although Felix resents having to stay behind as his friends continue their backpacking adventure across Europe, he begins to see that farm life isn’t so bad. Ronan’s charming smile and sparkling eyes are an added bonus. And Ronan learns soon enough that the Yankee isn't as helpless as he thought.<br><br>Felix isn’t sure he’s up to the task of saving the deeply indebted Malloy Farm from calamity and devious plots for its downfall, but for Ronan, he’s willing to try.

A young American girl follows her heart to Ireland where she discovers deeply hidden and unique connections to the island that she had never dreamed of. Upon arriving in Ireland to study, Erin feels something awaken in her she never imagined could be real.

" Mahal kita..mahal na mahal at ikaw lang ang babaeng..mamahalin ko habang buhay pangako.... → JACK IRISH DEMONIC

STORY IS NOW MOVING TO ROYAL ROAD Ellie's been working at the coffeeshop for what feels like a lifetime. It's not a bad life, either; her coworker and best friend, Hunter, is reliable, hardworking, and handsome. She's poor, but happy, and spends most of her time daydreaming about Ireland. When he needs to escape from a disastrous upcoming family Christmas, he invites her to share the holiday at his cabin in the mountains instead. She's about to discover there's a lot more to Hunter than meets the eye.

The fifties were different for us queers. There weren't no Pride parades or DVDs or internet. Back then, if you wanted man-on-man stuff, you had to know where to look for it. Back then, a young man who caught your eye had to be mighty careful about letting things go further. All kinds of risks in those days, on the racetrack and off .

Ini adalah cerita paling anti mainstream. Jika kau memutuskan untuk membacanya, maka kau siap bermain dengan teka teki dan sesuatu yang tersirat di dalamnya. Ini adalah sebuah novel yang bercerita tentang anak-anak yang mengukir mimpi mereka diatas lanngit olimpiade fisika. Mereka jatuh bangun, berpegangan tangan, bersama mewujudkan mimpi mereka dan tetap bersama selamanya walaupun karantina telah tiada.

Short Stories of Irish mythology and folklore

My physics fanatic grandpa made a new invention again! And of course, I will obediently be the first victim. Oh wait, what! I time traveled? Cool! Let's have some fun! Viewers this is my first time writing so please don't be too harsh to me! :) English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if I make a mistake somewhere. so Heng Heng Heng we go!

In a world where the Great Dao governs all and Sovereign-realm cultivators shake the heavens with a single breath — there exists a small, unremarkable sect on a quiet mountain. No grand tournaments. No legendary artifacts. No elder councils debating war strategies. Just a man. A table. A cup of tea. Thirty-seven sects have fallen to Zhao Wuhen alone. Ancient Demonic Gods have crossed fractured realms and broken Heavenly Laws to reach this mountain. They all stop at the gate. Not from the disciples who bleed to hold the line. Not from any formation or divine weapon hidden in the stone walls. But from something they feel the moment they arrive. Something old. Something that existed before the Myriad Heavens were written. Something that sits in a pavilion at the peak — and does not move. Even the Great Dao cannot reach where he sits. Even the heavens do not look directly. He has not told his disciples what he is yet. Even Ancient Gods stopped at his gate. He didn’t look up from his tea.”

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?