Rory Amy Novels & Stories

“Oooh, I know that guy. He’s Randy.” Their other woman of color cellmate, whom she labeled the first time as Big Rory’s minion, intervened, which turned out to be Big Rory’s cousin and close friend, Big Amy. Big Amy was a few pounds lighter than Big Rory and had a stylish boy cut, with a big skull tattoo on her neck. They all had big tattoos on one part of their body. Real badass. “Randy?” Leal teased Big Rory. The latter snorted and shyly fixed her hair.

Ryeleigh A loud voice coming from the screen quiets the room and asks us to stand. Amory Cruz in his ceremonial robe, looking regal and a true Alpha example of the perfect shifter. We are not raised thinking of the Amory like a god; however, in this situation, it feels as if he is. With equal parts fear and amazement, the crowd quiets to a soft purr.

Not after watching the Moon Goddess stitch him to Nora while I stood there smiling like I wasn’t cracking down the middle. A sharp knock snapped me out of it. “Go away,” I called, sharper than I meant. The door opened anyway—because apparently consent and boundaries weren’t in the Caine dictionary. Rory strolled in, smirk already in place, a tray balanced in his hands like this was some lazy Sunday brunch instead of my personal crisis. Freshly showered, black slacks hanging easy on his hips, dark green Henley clinging to lean muscle. He wore charm the way Callum wore command—effortless, dangerous.

────୨ৎ──── Rory stared at himself in the mirror. He had just finished covering his temple cut with a little plaster. He sighed, wondering if that was how he would live his life. Every time he was around Harvey, his body and mentality seemed to always take a hit one way or the other. It was really nerve-wracking. His phone pinged, grabbing his attention from his misery. Christine’s name popped up on his screen. ‘What do you mean by Amelia asked for a double date?’

“Yes, ma’am. I take it all back.” “That’s much better. Have you made the acquaintance of Sergeant Galloway?” “Amy, please,” Amy said. “I’m not in the National Guard anymore.” “And, yes,” Riley offered. “Amy was Brenda’s best friend in Iraq, as a matter of fact.” “Well, now, isn’t that a wonder. Oh, the stories I bet you could tell.” Dixie returned with Amy’s tea, and Ima repeated what Riley had just told her. That exchange took several minutes, during which Ima and a string of men coming from the banquet room in the rear made their way to the cash register.

He looked apologetic. “ it's okay. But please don't try it again. You almost gave me an heart attack " “ I won't. I promise. But did you say Ryan?" “ yeah I did. Is that a problem " “ not really. Just wanted to know which Ryan that was." “ it's Ryan Oswald. My friend Amy stays with him" “ Amy!? As in Amelia Kurt? " “ yeah..... Is everything Okay? " I asked. “ she's your friend?" He asked in disbelief. Okay what is going on?

I saw my Rayne nod her head, doing her best to recover from the thoughts that haunted her. "All right, let's start," I announced. "Liam, use your ability to levitate," Roland instructed Liam. Once he did, Roland looked at me. "Adrian, mimic his power." It was easy for me to mimic his power. I was also able to make ball fires while mimicking his power and I also could read the minds of everyone around me. "Amelia, try to see the future of any of us. Adrian. Do not read her mind, try to see the future of the person," Roland said.

I told him but he just laughed it off. “Okay, let me tell you what I have found out..” Kenny says. “Okay..” I replied. ”No more interruptions.” Kenny pressed. “I got that.” “You are still interrupting. ” Kenny persisted. Now, I didn't talk again. Kenny was acting like he held something up against me. I felt like punching him but I needed the information. He had it and he was using it against me. “Okay then.” He starts as he gains in on my face. “Her name is Amy just like your past lover. Turns out that she is an orphan. She was raised by one doctor in town. They call his name Kimbro.”

“Master Blair.” There was a knock on the door. Amos stood at the door with a briefcase. “Come in.” Amos walked in and took out a document from the briefcase. He handed it to Blair and said, “This is information on everyone named Rory Hammond in Dorland.” “Rory Hammond?” Tracey looked at Blair in confusion. ‘Who’s that? ‘Why is Blair looking into him?’ Blair flipped through the document. He was expressionless, but there were turbulent emotions in his eyes.

But, no matter what, I wouldn't leave here until I spoke back to her. "This isn't—" "What's wrong with you?" Roy's deep voice covered the hallway, cut into me. Huh? I stared up at him. Funnily enough, he was glaring at her. Why was he angry? Did he know me from somewhere? "Excuse me?" Amy snorted, that frown beaming on her face again. "What's wrong with you, Roy? You're—"