Rory Amy Novels & Stories

Rosalie said lastly ro her sister before she left. After Amanda also took her leave, Rory was alone with Professor Valdez. “Shall we?” Sophia said, leading the way to a sleek Camry. “You were exceptional today, Rory. A true pleasure to watch.” “Thank you,” Rory murmured, the praise feeling distant. Inside the car, Sophia turned to her. “I am a professor of chemistry at Yale.” Rory’s eyes widened. “That’s an incredible achievement.” A small, proud smile touched Rory’s lips. “I have big dreams, too.”

Riley remembered her especially because Amy had helped her learn about their traditions while she was there. “Riley… I’m calling you because I have to tell you something,” Amy said, her voice panicked. “Yes?” Riley’s heart began to race. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be normal. “Riley… I don’t know if you’re planning to come back or not, but I want to tell you something that might make your decision easier,” Amy said. “Amy, please tell me. Why do you sound so nervous?” Riley asked, genuinely worried. “I’m… I’m not in the pack right now. I’m calling you from somewhere else. Please don’t tell anyone here that I called you,” Amy said.

The knowing kind. “Loria, you’re glowing,” Amy said. Loria blushed, ducking her head slightly. “Thank you.” But Amy didn’t smile back. Her expression grew still, her eyes narrowing just a little, darting between the two of us. “No, Loria…” she said more softly, carefully. “You are actually glowing.” The table went quiet. Amy stared at her for a long moment, her voice almost a whisper now. “The last time you glowed like that, you were pregnant with Moon.”

He was great friends with James, lived in a different part of Asheville than the Sweeneys, and treated Sunny like a sister. Rory was a friend that lived in Baltimore City, and he came down to visit every now and then. He was a gentleman, a looker with blonde surfer-like hair, but Sunny never seemed to be into him that way, as most girls would fall head over heels for the boy with silky blonde locks . Despite this, Rory and Sunny had a deep connection, as they shared a love for music and would often spend hours jamming out together. Rory was also an avid reader and would recommend books to Sunny that she would devour in a matter of days. Their conversations were always deep and thought-provok

I see the priest shiver in disapproval at my fowl words , from the corners of my eyes. “ My name is Amy….And your wife is standing right here , my love…” she says in a creepily loving way. Something about her face looked familiar , like I have seen her somewhere recently ; however , I could not place my finger on it. “Don’t speak such bullshit…Tell me where is Rosemary?!” I scream at her , completely fuming from not knowing what is going on. She giggles , which is something really odd to do when you in the clutch of an angered king who possesses the power to kill her where she stands.

Kairos like them competitive and independent while I am as Rory Spencer am not, especially myself. Rory is a nepo baby. She does runway shows for some luxurious brands and that's it though she graduated with a business degree from Harvard she never used it. It's more of a decoration than a tool because who needs to work when your parents own the biggest chains of hotels in the country? No one, not even me would bother to lift my finger.

He had never felt so disappointed all his life. “It’s from Ariel, “ Jerry said and Damien immediately got up. At this point, the mention of Ariel ’s name just gave him mixed feelings, he didn’t know if he was to be happy but then one thing was for sure, he was very angry. She was a traitor and he didn’t want to look forward to a letter from her, let alone reading it and hence, he vented his anger out on the poor spy. After venting his anger, he calmed down for a while but Jerry didn’t speak.

Rose pov I don't know if Amy was observing but my eyes never left her body through out the time that we were talking. She seemed to be more lost in the confusion that we were in than I was. The fact is I badly even knew what we were talking about. If at all she took the chance and asked me what the whole conversation was, I was a total mess. I don't know if her "ignoring" me is what has started making this desperate. The thing is I now carved for her touch. I carved her doing to me all the crazy things that can make me moan out her name . Just a mere thought of that makes me so a roused. In between my legs has become wet. In just one week or more, I have become a complete pervet and what sca

Why did I fail to control my tears, why am I so vulnerable like this, why was so overcome by the pain in me. “Miss..” I heard that deep voice again, as a hand was placed on my shoulder. My eyes snapped up to it and I finally turned to it’s owner. Even though my vision was blur there was no way, I could miss the bluish grey eyes that looked at me with worry, wavy blonde hair and high cheek bones. He was very handsome but he was not my Gale. “Amy..” I looked up name at the sound of that voice. Becca looked at me with worry and I got back on my feet holding out the papers to this man.

Rylan says, and I close my eyes in irritation. My mind has a hard time concentrating on things, since it is too busy noticing how much pain I'm in. It's not a familiar pain either. I've never felt this way before, and I hate it. The confusion is almost as bad as the constant need to hold myself backing from throwing up. "If he lives up to all the rumours I have heard about him, I'll be angry." Rylan chuckles. "Don't worry, he has a mate now. And so do you, remember."