Rory Flanagan Glee Novels & Stories

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.”

“Then fight! Please, Elias. Don’t let her take you again.” “I’m trying,” I said again, my voice shaking. “But she’s” The rest of the sentence died in my throat. My vision blurred, and everything went cold. Selene’s laughter echoed inside my skull. “You really thought love could break me?” When I came back to myself, Rory was on the ground. Her hands glowed faintly, her magic flickering like a candle about to die. Kael was beside her, shaking her shoulders. “What did you do?” he shouted.

At that point, Rory finally realized what would happen and lunged at Frank, grabbing his leg and bawling, "I-I'm so sorry, Fra—I mean, Mr. Lawrence! Please, I'm Draconia's top singer! I can't do this… I'll join Lanecorp! I'll work for you! Please!" Still, seeing that Frank was unmoved, Rory turned to Noel. "Please, Noel! I know I made a mistake… Can't you let this slide? I won't ever do it again. Never, ever…" Noel actually felt for Rory, though that was when Frank asked quietly, "Ms. York, if Rory was in your place, do you think she would hold back?" And with those words, he turned and left. Noel appeared troubled, but Frank's question crushed the last ounce of sympathy she felt for Rory.

She is also a Vernon, she's not to be trusted. "I was so worried, Fallon..." She exasperatedly exhaled and looked like she was about to cry. I frowned and observed Rory's behaviour. She's... acting differently. Rory was a kind and polite girl, sure, but she's also feisty and doesn't cry this easily. She's dauntless yet sweet. Fiery yet tameable. But the girl I'm currently observing feels a little different. It's not that much of a difference, however, it's just my gut telling me that there's something I should address. However, I waved it off and continued our conversation, deciding to overlook it.

I asked Xavier if he liked sports, then asked Poppy what her hobbies were, and after a while the tension relaxed. “Um, Gamma Rory, why do your nails look like that?” Poppy asked. Rory smiled, “Because I was born awesome. These things can cut through fruit like a knife. Wanna see?” Xavier and Poppy’s eyes lit up, and they both nodded. She grabbed the apple from Poppy’s plate, threw it in the air, and sliced it with her hand. “COOL!” They both said. Raul walked in and chuckled, “Showing off again, Rory?”

I needed to clarify because the staff all knew this arsehole was into pinching from their tips and wages. Rory tapped his lip as if considering. “Well…you know we haven’t heard you play…you normally do vocals and Remi plays…so lets see about that." You could be crap for that matter and I don’t see any music sheets so if you just plan on winging it pretty girl, tonight could be a huge clusterfuck.” I glared him down… ”I wouldn’t say I could do it if I wasn’t able to.* I took a breath to calm myself.

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.

“Our weapons handler. Knife obsessed. I mean absolutely obsessed love. Don’t let him show ye his collection unless ye want nightmares.” Archie just winked and said, “Want yer sausage crispy or dripping?” I giggled and damn near choked on my own spit. And then the last one turned towards me, he was broad as a truck, buzzed golden hair, eyes so blue they were practically neon. “Rory Fraser,” Keiran said. “Our tech ghost and sniper. If he's yer friend, ye’re untouchable. If nae…” He shrugged. “Well. Dinnae be nae.”

she faced me with a devious glare. “I need a drink,” I reasoned. Jace tilted his head to the side. I pursed my lips, realizing that I blew up my cover. “Hm,” Gail looked unconvinced. What’s with people not believing everything I say today? Well, technically, I’m lying to them. “Oh, this is my cousin, Jace. Jace, this is Rory, a good friend of mine.” “Ah, we already met,” Jace answered. “She fell for me that day.”