Rory Glee Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Her eyes hard, accusing and hurt, she looked at Rory with- with something that twisted Rory's gut. Rory's palm was slick with sweat and she rubbed it against her pants. She blinked, refusing to give in and cry. Some of the girls walking past her were whispering and pointing at her and she knew they had seen what she had done to Julie. Her heart twisted in unsaid emotions. She looked away from them and her eyes connected with the violet eyes. The same damn eyes. The eyes were worried and he looked sad as he watched her from the distance. But now, Rory was sure this wasn't her imagination. He was real. She wasn't hallucinating.

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.

Her name is Rory and let me just tell you, she's a fucking snack. "Alright everybody circle up!" Rory yelled out waving her hands for us to join in As I walked over to her I couldn't take my eyes off her, I mean she's literally one of the hottest girls I've ever seen. That may be due to my closed off and sheltered up bringing, but she's still hot by any standards. Her long brown hair blew slightly in the breeze and her hazel eyes were darting from the paper to each new student whose name she called and then back down again.

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.

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?”

Rory was shouting even as she glowered, "Forget not giving me directions—he's treating me with such rudeness! Does he not know who I am?" "What?" "What's going on here?' Rory's outburst drew a lot of attention, and even the rich and powerful were shocked when they saw her. After all, she was Draconia's top singer with legions of fans. It just so happened that Samus, one of the rich kids present, was her diehard fan.

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.”

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?”