Rory And Tristan Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was still hovering over me, his hand on the wall above me and his muscular body shielding me. I would have been lying if I’d said that I didn’t fantasize about taking advantage of the this chance to kiss him, letting him run his hands all over my body and having him fuck me up against the wall… But before any of that could happen, the door opened. Scott quickly moved away from me and out of sight. It was Justin. He was holding his guitar. “Good, you’re still here,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry about everything that happened before. I hope you’ll forgive me. I love you, Rory, and want to be with you.”

"After my failed attempt during lunch time to get Bellamy and Ryann to talk out their argument from last night, I spend the afternoon with Ryann looking at wedding stuff. I take care to make a separate note of anything that she particularly likes. I mean, I want to plan her wedding one day, even if it isn’t with my idiot brother, although I suspect it will be. It’s a nice afternoon even if Ryann is clearly a little distracted at times. It's just getting dark when Ryann comments that she should head home and I convince her to stay over. I know Bellamy won’t mind. Things might be awkward right now but I know he likes having her nearby. “So, I was wondering something...” Ryann comments. She loo

It's his fault that Rory hurt me, it's all his fault and I'm mad at him and I don't want to pity him. "I'm sorry." He says sorrowfully, his eyes not meeting mine and neither does he want it to. "Do you even know what what you've done has done to Rory?!" I demand enraged and furious. "He doesn't trust me or want to, he's hurt and afraid that I'm gonna hurt him." "I know." "No, you don't! If you do, you won't be complimenting me or wishing more than what you already have."

Rory cried hard and fell to the ground, weeping in a heap by my feet. I was startled and tried to get him to leave. However, he hugged my legs and refused to let go of me. I thought that he must have gone crazy in the head, so I exclaimed, "If you don't leave now, I'm calling the police!" Rory then yelled at me, "What else do you want me to do? I've already been punished enough! Must I die before you're finally happy with the outcome?"

Rory paced like he was seconds from clawing through the floorboards. “She’s not answering,” Rory snapped, glaring at the door like he’d break it off its hinges. “We give her space,” Callum said immediately. “We can’t push. Not today.” Seth dragged a hand through his hair. No smirk. No attitude. Just raw frustration. “I hate this.” His wolf pushed against his skin, restless. “We all do,” Rory said quietly. “She doesn’t trust us,” I admitted, the words burning as they came out. Heavy. Bitter. True. “And she shouldn’t.”

His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Caleb's hands began to wander, caressing her body and igniting a fire within her. The room quickly became filled with their passion as they kissed and explored each other's bodies. Hours passed before they finally fell asleep, their bodies tangled together, their breathing slow and even. As the sun began to rise, Rory woke up to see Caleb still asleep beside her. She smiled, feeling content and safe in his embrace. However, she couldn't help but wonder about the future. They both knew that danger was looming, and it was only a matter of time before they had to face it. Would they be ready? Would they be st

A deep connection was forming now, and I never wanted this moment to end. "Our babies will be stunning," Rory spoke about our future pups "They will have your beautiful red hair and pale skin, and my bravery and confidence to rule the pack one day," a gentle smile formed on his lips, I had never seen him like this before, but I liked it. I said nothing, I wanted to hear Rory talk about our future some more. "They will be well behaved and respectful, unlike that little shit kid of Theo Warren's," he paused as his words spoke cold "I don't know how you managed to put up with her, annoying brat,"

His beautiful cock. Tristan's lips moved down to roths neck, kissing and nibbling hungrily, his other hand, stroking Roth's cock, the precum making his stroke easier and smoother. He had Roth moan, his grunts as he kept stroking faster. The thunder rumbled, the rain fell harder, as they both keep on loving eachother, Roth could no longer wait, he wanted Tristan right now, he wanted to mark Tristan tonight, make him his forever. Hell yes! he wants to fuck Tristan tonight, hear him scream his name under the heavy rain fall, under the rumbling thunder, he wants to fill Tristan up with his cum.

There wasn’t even a hint of deceit in his words. Holy shit, I was not expecting that answer, nor was he by the look on his face. “What’s going on? They’re acting weird,” I heard Matty ask Rory in a hushed voice. “They’re finally telling each other the truth,” Rory replied with a shoulder shrug. Now I knew he had done something, but what? “Rory… what the fuck did you do? Did you drug us?” Rider growled. “Hey, I would never drug anyone. You still have full control over your body and mind,” Rory replied, pretending to be offended.

I never got his call. And yet, I saw his picture with Tracy on social media. They were tucked close underneath the Effelle Tower, grinning into the camera. Her caption had been: "The best friends are the ones who explore the world with you." As it turned out, Tracy had gone to Franston, too. Alaric never told me that. I comforted myself. I shouldn't be so petty and selfish. After all, Alaric and Tracy had grown up together. They were like brother and sister.