Claimed - a Portwright Book - Elizabeth Stevens

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Parts 12
Time 4h 2m

Reads 472
Votes 1
Parts 12
Time 4h 2m

Sophie
    I was never interested in boys. Not like Alice, not like my sister, not like the other girls at school. I'd tried a couple of girls, but found that wasn't for me either. I was happy in my books. I figured love and sex was something I'd get around to one day, like the idea of children or my PhD thesis subject; it was something for future Sophie. I just had to get through the next two months lead up to my sister's perfect summer wedding, then it was off to uni.
    But, then there was him.
    
    Declan
    Ten years I'd been a Martin Boy, working my way up, proving my worth. I'd won all the fights I'd been given, I followed orders blindly, I did what needed doing. My tenacity and loyalty had earned me the moniker 'CúMhartain'; I was the Cú, Paddy Martin's Hound, and I was a good guard dog. No one got to a Martin with me around. I had my place and I knew who and what I was.
    But, then there was her.
    
    *WIP - first draft, unedited, mostly stream of consciousness. Could use the feedback - not sure how good it is, plus it needs a serious sensitivity read from anyone Irish as I let my imagination run away with me.*All Rights Reserved

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Sophie
    I was never interested in boys. Not like Alice, not like my sister, not like the other girls at school. I'd tried a couple of girls, but found that wasn't for me either. I was happy in my books. I figured love and sex was something I'd get around to one day, like the idea of children or my PhD thesis subject; it was something for future Sophie. I just had to get through the next two months lead up to my sister's perfect summer wedding, then it was off to uni.
    But, then there was him.
    
    Declan
    Ten years I'd been a Martin Boy, working my way up, proving my worth. I'd won all the fights I'd been given, I followed orders blindly, I did what needed doing. My tenacity and loyalty had earned me the moniker 'CúMhartain'; I was the Cú, Paddy Martin's Hound, and I was a good guard dog. No one got to a Martin with me around. I had my place and I knew who and what I was.
    But, then there was her.
    
    *WIP - first draft, unedited, mostly stream of consciousness. Could use the feedback - not sure how good it is, plus it needs a serious sensitivity read from anyone Irish as I let my imagination run away with me.*

12 parts