Phoebe🪩🩷

new chapter!! so sorry for the wait.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1533395049?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=iheartjoeylynchclub

More of Luke and Elanore pls

“Tilly, girl, you can run all you want. I’ll chase you until my lungs give out.” He whispers to me, voice gruff with emotion, holding me tight without a care that the entire canteen is watching.
          

PROLOGUE TO ELEANOR AND LUKE’S BOOK DROPPED NOW! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389106518?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=iheartjoeylynchclub
          

I need Luke and Eleanor's book

Anxiety high, stress levels astronomical, I attempt to glide past him unnoticed. His friends stare at me, murmuring to themselves as I speed walk past them.
          
          And then, as if he can just feel the change in air, a trail of footsteps follow behind me. “Hey!”
          
          I pretend not to hear him, my hand tugging on my tommen jumper. If it’s one thing, I shouldn’t be so selfish to think being his friend was a good idea.
          
          Who could just stay friends with Connor Kavanagh?!
          
          A hand grabs at my forearm, tugging me into a hard chest. I forge a smile. “Hi Connor.”
          
          “Don’t ‘Hi Connor’ me, not after you ignore me for days.” He narrows his eyes at me, loosening his hold. “Are you okay?”
          
          I nod. “Grand.”
          
          “Tilly, fuck girl, don’t ignore me like that.” He grumbles. “You don’t need to hide from me, never from me.”
          
          Oh.
          
          “Well, sorry..”
          
          

Do u plan writing a book about Kate and Ryder? Pls do I love them sm

how would you guys feel if i dropped the prologue to eleanor and luke’s story??

Her dad throws me a harsh glare, and I’ll be lying if I say I don’t shiver.
          
          “Who is this, Eleanor?” He says, not removing his eyes from me as he adjusts the boy on his hips. 
          
          “My friend, da.” She replies, her voice just as small as it is with everyone else.
          
          I take charge, moving forward and extending my hand. “Lucas, sir.”
          
          His wife comes from the corner, eyes widening as she adjusts the buttons on her blazer. “Hello, Lucas, I’m Katherine.”
          
          I give her a nod and a weak smile, my heart in my throat because of her father.
          
          “Patrick, introduce yourself..” Her mam whispers, tapping him on the shoulder.
          
          He walks out the fucking room, whispering insults to himself.

Are you planning on writing more of support 8?