Rory Amy Novels & Stories

I wanted to scream at her that I’m not interested in her or in shares, but then I thought to gossip a little. "Rita, how is Ryan Damison as a boss?" I try to sound in a non-stalker way. “He is very... neat. I have never seen him improperly dressed. Although he looks a little scary and intimidating, he always smiles at me. I think he doesn't like touching other people as he always maintains a strict professional distance. Once I was passing by him-” This dumb fangirl is beyond help. *Cough* "Rita, I mean as a boss." I specify on the last word.

To see each other, Sally had seen the fear in hr eyes and it struck hr why Amy took her this far, away from the halloween party and under this goddamn tree in the middle of nowhere. Amy didn’t want to be seen. With another girl at least. “You dont know?” Sally backed off. She had blonde hair, though Amy knew that from the pictures. Streamlined eyes and pointed nose. She had a dark dot as an earring and you could easily guess her style. She was almost like Amy. With colorful themes and eye color and a dark lip gloss. She had a ring on a pair of boots to match her crop top- -a bad decision for the weather that day.

Malia mumbled, relaxing back into the bag. "I'll start with . . ." Dani began, looking around the group. "Rory," she completed. Rory, a dark skinned guy with a mass of curly dark hair, dark, deep set eyes, sensual pink lips and a fine jawline with a budding goatee, looked up from the phone in his hand. "Yay," he intoned, waving his hand, obviously not interested in the game. "Would you rather," Dani went on, "jerk off to me or to Kimberly."

It's finally the weekend, both Riley and Amy are at home. They are both seating side to side on the couch watching television and laughing. {Amy phone rang} Amy stared at the caller id, she couldn't recognize the number. (Amy) Hello, who is this? (Roslyn Daniels) Hi baby girl. ......... (Amy) mom? *Sobbing* (Amy) I...I...I..MISSED YOU SO MUCH! (Roslyn) baby, I missed you too. How is your father?

“Let me introduce you two. This is Amy. Amanda Charles. One of my acquaintance.” Amy threw a brief glance at him, then looked at the food. She barely ate anything all day, and the fragrance made her stomach growl. She focused on the food while Ryan introduced Jim to her. “And this is Jim Hamilton. My secretary, more likely my close friend,” he smiled. “Would you now explain why she intrude herself in our car or we should omit it?” Jim asked menacingly, his paranoia stayed with him. He could not possibly let her go slip if she came with any ulterior motive.

She simply wasn't in the mood to circle the block again because someone detested her beauty. "Anne, I'm not going to pick a fight right now. Get out of my path." She spoke up front. Given that she was a flair up lady, the Rory she was in the past after the death of her father didn't have good character. However, the Rory she was at the mansion was a different person. Someone she had to pose as in order to maintain her employment. Caroline, her best friend, was completely unaware of this information about her. Rory was a dramatic person.

Rory was shouting even as she glowered, "Forget not giving me directions—he's treating me with such rudeness! Does he not know who I am?" "What?" "What's going on here?' Rory's outburst drew a lot of attention, and even the rich and powerful were shocked when they saw her. After all, she was Draconia's top singer with legions of fans. It just so happened that Samus, one of the rich kids present, was her diehard fan.

Liam said, his deep voice making Amy feel her legs turn jelly. If this is what love at first sight meant, then she was sure she was feeling it. Liam played along as he saw how innocent and clueless she looked. She was not the same Kyla anymore but the reaction of her body to his touch hadn't changed, that he knew for sure. “I'm Liam Storm, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss…” Liam said, smiling at her gently. “Amy Sir… Amy Vane,” Amy replied mentally facepalming herself for stuttering. His simple but sexy smile made her heart race.

I asked Xavier if he liked sports, then asked Poppy what her hobbies were, and after a while the tension relaxed. “Um, Gamma Rory, why do your nails look like that?” Poppy asked. Rory smiled, “Because I was born awesome. These things can cut through fruit like a knife. Wanna see?” Xavier and Poppy’s eyes lit up, and they both nodded. She grabbed the apple from Poppy’s plate, threw it in the air, and sliced it with her hand. “COOL!” They both said. Raul walked in and chuckled, “Showing off again, Rory?”

Slowly, she moved to Carra's side, in a protective position. Carra glanced at Audrey faintly and shook her head. At the age of sixteen, her half sister could be considered pretty. On this day, she was wearing a beautiful pink garment dress, her long hair was shining with ointments, and her beautiful skin was a novelty. What could she say about her sister's bright eyes and white teeth? Audrey was simply pretty and gorgeous. But she was arrogant and unnecessarily proud, showing how obvious it was that she was a spoiled daughter.