Rory Flanagan Glee Novels & Stories

“Gray.” “Huh?” “That’s my name, I’m Gray.” “Oh!” Tears retreated themselves from Rory’s eyes and painted her face with a smile. “I’m Rory!” “Yes, I know. You said—” “You know Rory?” interrupted Rory. “Are you fairy godmother?” Gray’s face flinched. “No, you said your name ear—” “Fairy godmother!” Rory then locked her in a tight hug. Gray groaned as she allowed the girl to do as she pleased.

Fallon ordered her calmly. Beyond the point of wondering how he knew her name and why he was here, she tensed to fight. “No! You won’t touch him! He was trying to help me.” She saw one of the soldiers inching to her left, but was too distracted by the menace in front of her to do anything. Slowly, Fallon’s eyes lifted to Rory. “How many women has it been now, Rory? How many of us have you helped to kill?” “He’s a liar,” Rory told her soothingly, when she shot him a quick look. “Don’t worry over it, love.”

He should consider himself fortunate because he is wealthy. He went on to the next person, who stepped out of the way and pushed Rory into her previous place. He firmly gripped his cane. "What is your name?" He asked Rory. She couldn't believe she was afraid to respond as well. She took a deep breath and swallowed before speaking. "Rory Anne Spears," She had expected to be insulted but Eren didn't say anything but moved to the next person. He doesn't appear to care about anyone else anymore. He was pulled to her just by her name. He yelled out, "Mr. Lewis! Fire the rest of them," Rory was found by her scent, and he pointed her out with his cane. "As of today, she works for me."

"This is Aurora Bennington, she's my ....." Aurora quickly interrupted Falco as she extended her hand towards me. "Rory. Call me Rory. Long story short, yes, I'm human. A slayer, to be exact. And this asshole stopped me from killing my target." Rory looked at Falco out of the corner of her eye, almost as if she were threatening to kick his ass. "And who the hell was your target?" Sam's loud, deep voice got our attention from the doorway of the kitchen where he was standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

I finally get to meet the famous duel Taylor Snowfall and Rory John Gates. How complicated it must be for Keenan to love a girl that always belonged to his best friend. Rory is in a black tuxedo and a red bowtie. Unlike Keenan, he keeps no single trace of beards on his face. His hair a little long and its locks fall over his face. He has green eyes, shiny and hot, that can melt the coldest heart. Taylor is wearing an elegant, long, black, handless gown with white diamonds on its hip side. The dress seems to fit yet perfectly and her full curves show with the outlining of the dress. She has a pair of green eyes that are almost the same as Rory's, except hers has a flicker of blue. I remember

Eva led him through the first door into a small room, which contained a desk, two chairs, and a single occupant. Leo studied the successor to the Rogue King. Rory was unassuming in every way. He had mouse brown hair, light tan skin, and dull greenish brown eyes. He wore a worn flannel shirt and blue jeans. He smelled faintly of smoke and concrete dust. He could have been any wolf from any pack. “So,” Rory said, hitching his hip up on the desk and crossing his arms. “You're the bastard who murdered my father.” Leo blinked. “Well. That's certainly a unique greeting,” he said. “Most people call me Leo.”

Still not quite catching on, Rory turned to Autumn, who gently explained, "Rory, the young woman standing in front of you is Stellar Rivers. She’s the one who wrote that paper." Rory’s face froze mid-expression, stunned into absolute silence. “Huh?” Stellar rose to her feet, smiling sweetly. “Miss Lane, I’m honored you think so highly of me.” Rory froze. The moment realization hit, her face flushed bright red. She was beyond embarrassed. Her face screamed that she'd give anything to vanish on the spot. “I… I didn’t… I mean…” She stumbled over her words, unable to meet Stellar’s gaze. “I’m so sorry, Miss Rivers. I had no idea you were Stellar Rivers. It was completely my fault. Please forgive

“Back off, Thorne.” “I wasn’t talking to you.” He shifted fully now, not all the way, but enough. Claws. Height. Wolf features were clear. Not like himself. More... feral. Broken. Riven stepped to Kael’s side. “I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” Thorne snapped. He turned to me again. “You’re the Gateborn.” His words were sharp. Like an accusation. “I’m Rory,” I said. “You saved me. You kissed me. You loved me.”