Rory Amy Novels & Stories

He’s good that way, but not good at guessing the answers to each exam. “She told you already?” Demands Jack. “No. She got angry when I asked.” “What happened?” Josh asks, careful not to sound too eager. After having spent the last hour not thinking about the terrible things Rory said, my heart didn’t hurt as much anymore. I’m surrounded by people who know me and love me no matter what or who I am, and I can’t be happier. “So apparently, and contrary to what we all thought, Rory is not a poor man. He was actually in disguise three months ago.”

Damien's POV I don’t worry about people people are predictable. They lie, they want, they disappoint. But her? Aurora is the one person I can’t place neatly into any of those boxes.[Damien's thought] “I do not worry about people, Rory,” I say flatly, my voice a calm contrast to the sudden pull in my chest. “But I’m particularly intrigued by you.” I watch her face closely, the way her brows knit, the quick dart of her tongue against her lower lip. She’s nervous — I can feel it — but there’s something else too. Something she tries to hide but can’t.

“You don’t even know me.” “Oh, I know you better than you think.” His storm-gray eyes deepened, like lightning flashing in a stormcloud. “Your name is Rory Hale. Seventeen. Broken home. Broken heart. Broken promises. You mutter to yourself to keep unseen, yet you’re the loudest thing in the room. Loud enough that animals you’ve only seen in nightmares can hear you breathing.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “Stop.” “I can’t.” His jaw stiffened. “Because the second that mark lit up on your arm, you stopped being invisible. You stopped being safe.”

She forced herself to hand him over even though something fierce rose inside her. Serena scooped up Theo and pressed a kiss to his head, her face softening before those sharp green eyes zeroed in on Amy. “So I spoke with Clara, and I have a more accurate picture of you,” Serena said, all honey with a razor edge. She bounced Theo on her hip but didn’t look away. “Amy Hart, right? Twenty-six. A graphic designer who couldn’t cut it. Quite the career pivot.” Amy kept her expression neutral - the same one she’d practiced last night.

Amy followed Zion through the bustling lobby, her grip on his hand tightening with each passing moment. As they made their way to the elevator, Amy stole a glance at Zion, her heart fluttering at the sight of him standing beside her. But despite the prying stares and whispered conversations, Amy held her head high, refusing to let the scrutiny of others intimidate her. She was Amy Armstrong, CEO of Diamond Group, and she would not allow herself to be cowed by the opinions of others.