Rory Gilmore Novels & Stories

Dominic suddenly noticed this and pointed to the dried red wine stain on Rory's shirt. "Oh, it's a long story." Rory sat cross-legged and recounted what had just happened. Dominic listened very attentively, not seeming to miss a single detail of the story Rory was telling. "She's acting weird, like she's worried about something. She's frantic and hasty, looks like she wants to leave right away." Rory took a sip of his wine, then he seemed to remember something so he slapped his thigh hard. "Ah yes, you may not believe it but she looks familiar."

Which meant one thing—Rory had found his mate. A smile crept across my face. The woman clung to her mate; her face flushed with nervousness. Long, dirty blonde curls framed her slim shoulders that complemented her chocolate brown eyes, unmistakably the same hue as Rory’s. Her petite stature reached Rory’s broad shoulders; despite her five-inch heels.

But this is another level of bullshit! What the fuck is wrong with the moon goddess? Is she on some kind of drug? I didn't even realize when my razor claws replaced my nails. My hand swings swiftly, piercing through Jax's abdomen. Blood, along with some jelly thingy, sluggishly seep out from the deep slice on his stomach. Probably his intestines. Ewww. My gaze falls on my bloodstained hands, an air of melancholy cloaks me from everywhere, making me feel dark and gloomy. Today, I didn’t enjoy my favorite hobby, killing rogues. I didn’t savor his shrill screams, his horror face, nothing.

In a certain private villa. Rory sat in the living room, watching international financial news on the TV. The villa’s housekeeper left after finishing cooking dinner, leaving Rory alone in the spacious villa. Ding! His phone rang. Rory picked up the phone and read the message from Mable. It only had one sentence. [I got Blair’s blood sample.] Rory smiled and replied, [I’ll come over early tomorrow.] After putting down the phone, he walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine. His distinct facial features were shrouded in a chilling aura.

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.

"Sorry we're a bit late. Traffic on the way up was unexpected." "No worries at all," replied the investor's wife, a poised woman with sharp, intelligent eyes. She stared at Rory from head to toe, taking in every detail of her midnight-blue dress and new haircut. "And who is this lovely young lady with you? You didn't mention bringing a date, Rue." Before Rue could answer, Rory stepped in. She smiled with quiet confidence, removed the coat from her shoulders, and handed it to a nearby waiter. "Good evening. I'm Rory," she introduced herself, her voice calm and completely free of nervousness. "I work closely with Rue on some of his projects, and he insisted I join tonight so I wouldn't miss ou

UNREGISTERED THIRD-GENERATION SUBJECT EXPECTED DATE OF EXPRESSION UNKNOWN Rory’s hand moved to her stomach again. The room changed. The air went quiet. The candle flames bent sharply toward the centre of the library, though no wind moved through the building. Mara stepped back. Bennett lifted one hand. “Rory.” Rory did not respond. Her eyes remained on the page. Her breathing slowed. Too slow. Her face had gone pale. I moved toward her. Carefully. “Rory.” She looked at me. For a second, I saw fear. Then something beneath it.

He’s good that way, but not good at guessing the answers to each exam. “She told you already?” Demands Jack. “No. She got angry when I asked.” “What happened?” Josh asks, careful not to sound too eager. After having spent the last hour not thinking about the terrible things Rory said, my heart didn’t hurt as much anymore. I’m surrounded by people who know me and love me no matter what or who I am, and I can’t be happier. “So apparently, and contrary to what we all thought, Rory is not a poor man. He was actually in disguise three months ago.”

“They’re fine. I’m just more of a cat person. Cats are more self-sufficient and easier to leave at home alone for a few days.” “But not more forgiving,” Rielle said dryly. “Rory had an ornery cat that would shred every roll of toilet paper in the house if she was gone for more than a day. Which is why all our kitties are outside cats.” “Rory is your…” “Daughter. She’s getting her master’s at the UWYO.” Rielle did not look old enough to have a daughter that age. Ben tapped the side of the wheelbarrow. “You got bags for these someplace, Ree?”

“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?”