WOMAN SCORNED
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

━━ In the silence of the night she walks alone, Through streets where shadows cast their mournful tone. No companion by her side, no hand to hold, Just solitude, her constant, weary mold.

She wanders through the city's winding maze, Each alleyway a labyrinth of endless days. Her footsteps echo in the empty air, A lonely melody, a silent prayer.

No face to greet, no voice to call her name, She bears the weight of solitude's cruel game. Her heart aches with the longing to belong, Yet she remains adrift, in solitude's song.

Through years of solitude, she's learned to cope, But still, she dreams of finding love and hope. She searches for a beacon in the night, A flicker of warmth amidst the cold and blight.

But as the stars fade into morning light, She knows she'll face another endless night. Alone she stands, her spirit worn and frayed, Yet still, she walks on, undaunted, unafraid.

For in her solitude, she finds her strength, A resilience that carries her the length. Though lost and weary, she will not despair, For in her solitude, she finds solace there.

And so she walks, her journey never done, A solitary figure beneath the sun. Yet in her solitude, she finds her grace, A woman lost, yet finding her own place.

❝ I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself. ❞

THE METAMORPHOSIS / Franz Kafka

❝ I existed on the fringes of their lives, but there was no one to take the plunge with me. Each time I tried to share my affliction with someone else, it seemed to me a little more impossible; in the end I was almost convinced that I had to face it alone. ❞

NAUSEA / Jean-Paul Sartre

PROLOGUE

DECLAN CALLAHAN, a formidable presence among the Sons of Anarchy in Belfast, found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of loyalty, betrayal, and sacrifice. His romantic entanglement with a woman whose name lingered only in whispers led to unexpected consequences as she bore his child. But joy turned to sorrow as she supposedly so perished after childbirth, leaving Declan to grapple with the weight of grief and the burden of buried truths.

Throughout the tumultuous pregnancy, a tangled web of lies and hidden agendas unraveled around Declan, weaving a tapestry of danger and deceit. Fearful that those who sought to bury the truth would extend their reach to his newborn daughter, AISLING, Declan made a desperate plea for aid to Father Kellan Ashby, a trusted confidant within the Sons of Anarchy.

In a clandestine arrangement orchestrated by Declan and Father Ashby, Aisling was whisked away to California, far from the shadow of Belfast's violence. The promise of protection hung like a fragile thread as the infant Aisling was left at the doorstep of an orphanage, her only companions a cryptic note bearing her name and the enigmatic message "Charming TM", along with an Irish-branded wrench, a relic of her heritage.

Raised under the cold gaze of uncertainty, Aisling's formative years unfolded against the backdrop of the orphanage's stark walls. Each passing day was a testament to her resilience, a silent testament to the indomitable spirit inherited from her father.

Yet, as she reached the precipice of adulthood, the orphanage could no longer shield her from the harsh realities of the world beyond its walls. At 18, she was cast into the unforgiving streets of Barstow, her path illuminated only by the faint glow of determination that burned within her.

Assigned the surname "Davis" by indifferent courts, Aisling forged ahead, carving out a meager existence in the shadows of society. Her life became a patchwork of transient relationships, fleeting comforts, and bruised dreams, each step forward tinged with the lingering ache of her unknown origins.

But it was a pivotal moment in the dimly lit confines of a barroom brawl that stirred the embers of curiosity within her soul. In an act of defiance against the suffocating monotony of her existence, she cast aside the apron of her bartending job and embarked on a journey to reclaim her past.

Delving into the depths of her scant belongings, she unearthed the note that had accompanied her to the orphanage, its words whispering secrets long forgotten. With determination etched into her every step, she boarded a bus bound for Charming, California, her heart heavy with the weight of unanswered questions and unspoken truths.

Arriving in the town that bore the name of the cryptic message on her note, Aisling found herself standing at the crossroads of fate. Before her loomed the imposing silhouette of Teller Morrow automotive shop, its presence a harbinger of both promise and peril.

With uncertainty hanging thick in the air like a shroud, Aisling took a tentative step forward, ready to confront the mysteries of her past and the uncertain future that awaited her in the heart of Charming.

━━ Aisling Davis ━━
elizabeth lail

❝ I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will ❞

JANE EYRE / Charlotte Brontë

━━ Jackson Teller ━━
charlie hunnam

❝ A heart that's been shattered knows no mercy. I've learned that the hard way. ❞

━━ Gemma Teller Morrow ━━
katey sagal

❝ You're not the first lost soul to walk through those doors and you won't be the last. Just remember blood doesn't make you family, loyalty does. ❞

━━ Clay Morrow ━━
ron pearlman

❝ You're tougher than you look, Aisling. But remember, in this life, you're either a predator or prey. Choose wisely.❞

━━  Tig Trager ━━
kim coates

❝ Life's a brutal ride sweetheart, but you've got fire in your eyes just like the rest of us. Welcome to the club. ❞

━━ Juice Ortiz ━━
theo rossi

❝ If life gives you lemons, make some whiskey sours and toast to surviving another day in this world. ❞

━━ Happy Lowman ━━
david labrava

❝ You're a pain in my ass Aisling, but I'll be damned if I let anyone else mess with you. You're family, whether you like it or not. ❞

━━ Filip Telford ━━
tommy flanagan

❝ Everytime I look into your eyes, it brings to mind a quote I stumbled upon as a wee lad.

" her love was so pure that I'd recognise her heart if they put it in my hands "

I never truly grasped it until I laid my eyes on you. ❞

& . . .

DECLAN CALLAHAN — colin o'donoghue †
DEREK BROWN — tom welling
OTTO DELANEY— kurt sutter
TARA KNOWLES — maggie siff
BOBBY MUNSON — mark boone junior
HARRY WINSTON — ryan hurst
PINEY WINSTON — william lucking

❝ It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others. ❞

SENSE AND SENSIBILITY / Jane Austen

˗ˏˋ SOUNDTRACK ˎˊ˗

i. brothers in arms, dire straits
ii. paint it black, the rolling stones
iii. san luis, gregory alan isakov
iv. born to run, bruce springsteen
v. im on fire, bruce springsteen
vi. off to the races, lana del rey
vii. united in grief, kendrick lamar
viii. don't let me be misunderstood, the animals
ix. i can't tell you why, eagles
x. secret garden, bruce springsteen
xi. they killed him, bob dylan
xii. baby was the devil, robert francis
xiii. mystery girl, alexandra savior
xiv. violets for roses, lana del rey

━━ In the depths of darkness, she roams with wrath, A tempest raging in her haunted path. With eyes ablaze, she seeks the lies untold, In shadows deep, where truths are left to mold.

A woman scorned, her heart a twisted knot, Betrayed by those whose falsehoods cast her lot. With vengeance burning like a searing flame, She carves her path through sorrow, grief, and shame.

No mercy in her heart, no tears to shed, For justice sought, she'll raise her vengeful head. In every lie, she sees a serpent's hiss, And in her fury, she finds her abyss.

With every step, she teeters on the brink, A soul consumed by darkness, on the brink. Her mind a battleground of rage and pain, As she descends into the devil's domain.

Yet in her fury, there's a glimmering spark, A quest for truth that guides her through the dark. For in the depths of hell, she'll find her light, And in her vengeance, she'll reclaim her might.

So let the world beware her devil's wrath, For in her fury lies her righteous path. A woman scorned, a force to be reckoned, In her pursuit of truth, she stands unshaken.

Woman Scorned
sons of anarchy
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-𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 2024

TRIGGER WARNING
violence, age gap, assault, depression, suicidal tendencies, & all that is included in the show.

dedicated to <3

stxrbxnks

━━ 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 !

I KNOW ive got a bunch of other books and im supposed to be on hiatus BUT ... ive got nothing

i hope you enjoy sincerely and take a look at my other books i guess

also just to be clear i casted young tom welling, not his current age, and by my (poor) calculations Aisling's father was around 30 when he was killed

love, ra!