Rory Flanagan Glee Novels & Stories

Tinsley rolled her eyes at Rory's actions as Rory placed her phone down. Rory immediately kicked Tinsley playfully. "You lucky bit... Not only are you White Tigress, but you can also act, dance, and now you can also sing. Why can't I appear as a guy, so I can marry you?" Rory complained, which made Tinsley roll her eyes. "Mom, sing another. Sing another song with another instrument. Use the piano or drum." Mason jumped into Tinsley's embrace excitedly, which made Tinsley smile at them.

Rory felt a flutter in her chest as he extended a manicured hand, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. As they discussed the charity gala, Rory found herself drawn to Julian's charisma and confidence. He was enigmatic, yet disarmingly charming. She couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay beneath his polished exterior. The night of the charity gala arrived, and Rory's team had transformed the venue into a fairytale-like setting. As Julian took the stage to deliver his keynote speech, Rory felt an inexplicable sense of pride. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and for a fleeting moment, Rory thought she saw something flicker in Julian's gaze – something that looked almost like... a

It seems like his hatred of Thalia is because of his father’s influence. Rory and Thalia have been as thick as thieves. Rory showed her gifted ability, which she was born with, which are her nails. Those things can scratch through metal when she extends them. When they are not extended, they are round and non-lethal. Thalia thought it was so cool that she started throwing fruit in the air for Rory to slice them and they both laughed at the fruit salad that ended up being on the outdoor tables near the smokers.

It was then I noticed the deep gash on his cheek, it looked like a fresh wound. Rory's black hair was dishevelled, the streaks on the sides of his head seemed whiter than I remembered. His deep eyes were lifeless as they stared into Theo. "It's been a while Theo Warren," Rory chuckled "How have you been?" "Drop the small talk," Theo grunted "Give me Gracie back," Rory laughed this time, a deep husk from the tone of his voice "She isn't here, not anymore," he paused as he stepped forward. His tall lean figure moved toward us. The gash on his face began to seep with blood every so slowly.

“Yes.” “What’s your name?” Theo asked again, voice neutral. “You must’ve forgotten it,” Rory said with a soft giggle. “Back when I saved you, you didn’t ask for my name.” Theo’s expression didn’t change, but inside, something itched. The girl who saved him didn’t flirt. She hadn’t even spoken a word. “I asked you your name,” he repeated—flat, cold. “Rory. Rory Brown. The eldest.” Her voice was soft now, rehearsed.

Rory stepped in, pulled Cleo behind him in one smooth move, putting himself between them. Protective. Possessive. Damian's gaze snapped to Rory—sharp, venomous. Then he saw Rory's hand at Cleo's waist. His pupils tightened. Jealousy and rage burned through whatever control he had left. "Rory Renaud." The name came out through clenched teeth, thick with contempt. "Let her go. You spoiled, trust-fund playboy—I'm warning you. Don't touch her. Or you'll regret it." Rory didn't bite. He let out a short laugh, head tilting, mockery clear in his eyes.

Rory was in a freansy as he tried to stand up and in his tirad spit all over Billy and Anders. "Rory, what did Finn do exactly?" Anders asked, as if he cared. Rory leaned over, looked to his right and left, before continuing his barrage of falsehoods, "TJ, that bastard, he got my sisterpregnant and I am not sure she was a willing participant, just saying. But what I know to be a fact is that he hid the money and drugs from his last job!" Rory was proud of the tale he spun and he just needed to sit back and watch as TJ gets hauled in and shipped back to Philladelphia. The old crew would take care of the punishment.

From the sides of my eyes, I caught her triumphant smirk and so badly wanted to wipe it off work the cutlery knife in my reach. I had just opened my mouth to say something when Rory sauntered in with his usual aura. I looked up unable to believe it was true, this girl whose rudeness was overboard was his new fling? Was he aware she was disrespecting? Would he do something if he found out? Multiple thoughts ran through my mind at once and I could have thought I was no longer at the dining table. Not until Celine's giggle jolted me back to reality. Rory had barely spared me a glance as Celine rose sharply to pull a chair out for him. Discarding the seat beside me, Celine dragging out another t

I queried. Rory shook her head quickly. “I… I… I just took it.” I tightened my grip. “Answer me and don't even think about lying to me!” Rory’s lips trembled. “I seduced him… and I used something… I had to—” My eyes darkened as I interrupted her, “So… you're now a willing slut to others too? Look at that, Draven, our little slut has grown wings she deserves to be punished and her wings clipped!”1

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”