Rory Flanagan Glee Novels & Stories

Malia mumbled, relaxing back into the bag. "I'll start with . . ." Dani began, looking around the group. "Rory," she completed. Rory, a dark skinned guy with a mass of curly dark hair, dark, deep set eyes, sensual pink lips and a fine jawline with a budding goatee, looked up from the phone in his hand. "Yay," he intoned, waving his hand, obviously not interested in the game. "Would you rather," Dani went on, "jerk off to me or to Kimberly."

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.”

Rory’s POV “Wait!” came a voice behind me that I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a man dressed in a sharp suit doing his best to keep up with me. I slowed down and looked at him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, holding up my small can of mace. The man held his hands up in surrender. “Hold up, my name is Ben. I work for Mr. McFarlan as a bodyguard. He sent me to protect you, something about a school stalker. You are Ms. Rory Hill, aren’t you?” he asked.

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.”

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.

He stretched his hand towards Rory for a shake. "I'm Rory John Gate." "Gate?" He repeated like he didn't hear it the first time. Rory nodded a little. "My dad and your dad are friends, you know? Anyway, nice to meet you." . Present-day Taylor's POV. When I arrived home I fall on the bed, wanting to take a little time to rest before going to meet Rory. A part of me wants to ask Rory over and let him know what my feelings for him are, but I need to figure out who Ginger is and if she still means a lot to him.

Rory “How did you—” I froze, staring into his eyes. There was a glint of something in his eyes that I couldn’t explain. No one knew I was trying to run away. I had created the story that I was just wandering off, but he knew. He knew I was trying to run. “Tell me who it is!” he demanded, slamming his hand on the table. I jumped, my heart pounding hard. “I’m sorry. I just…” “I don’t need your fucking apologies. Tell me who helped you sneak out. Was it Paula?”

“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.

"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