Rory Glee Novels & Stories

He shouted furiously the moment he saw Mable, “Mable, remove the needle on my head!” Mable had put a shallow needle in one of his acupoints last night to stabilize his emotions. She had not removed it. She walked to the side of the bed and sized up Rory. “Are you Rory or Ro?” Rory looked at her in confusion. He yelled in anger, “I’m your daddy!” ‘Fuck!’ Mable thought. Based on what Rory said, it was definitely his first personality. “Don’t move. I’ll remove the needle for you.” Mable walked over.

Micah closed the book slowly, like he understood the moment mattered. Jace’s expression shifted, something warm, something grateful, something that didn’t need a spotlight. Then Rory ruined it again in the only way Rory knows how: loudly and joyfully. “SHE LOVES US,” Rory announced. “I do not love you,” I snapped. “I love your chord progressions.” Micah nodded seriously. “Valid.” Jace’s smile widened, and for a second he looked… genuinely happy. Not performing. Not forced. Happy. And the bright side hit me like a warm wave, even through the chaos:

A huge lump began to form in my throat, and I closed my eyes trying to ward off the images that that phrase branded onto my brain. “I went to knock on the window, as a joke” Rory continued, “and to tell her and the– at the time– mystery man to hurry up. I knocked on the window, they started to panic and it was then that I saw that the ‘mystery man’ was Cam. I’m sorry, Dar.” Rory turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Rory. Thank you for telling me.” I said, in the strongest tone I could muster. Though my voice threatened to betray me and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.

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."

Silence slammed into the room. My lungs froze. Rory stared down at the dead body, horror spreading in her eyes. “I… didn't… mean to,” she whispered. “Kael… I didn’t… I didn't do that on purpose.” Her voice cracked. Her hands shook. Her whole body shook like she was breaking apart inside. I moved toward her. Slowly. Carefully. “Rory” She backed away, choked on her breath. “No. No, no, no. I didn’t choose that. I didn’t want that. Kael, it wasn’t me.”

Rory’s cheeks were high with an uncharacteristic, fiery flush. Her tight black blazer was slightly rumpled at the shoulder and her ice-blue eyes were wide, darting instantly to the floor as she nearly stumbled past the threshold. She didn't look back or acknowledge anyone and practically sprinted toward the main elevators. Zane’s internal battle with Tyson vanished in an instant. The shock of Tyson's words was eclipsed by the sheer panic radiating off his Alpha—a look he had never seen on Rory Moonridge's face.

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.”