Rory Jackson Novels & Stories

And that was how I told them everything that had happened to Rory except the fact that he bought me a car and how I came in the middle of everything. "I don't understand, who shot Rory?" Josh asked a little discomfited. "Luke Powers," I reply. "Why?" "Isn't it obvious Jake? Rory bought over his company. Any man would be upset." We all pause and gaze at Jack who just answered the question with much intelligence in awe he looks sceptical about our gaze but doesn't say anything before Josh does. "When find you get so smart?" "I'm not stupid, but you guys won't believe that." He

Jason muttered nonchalantly because his little mind wasn't in the school's CCTV this time, it was J Empire's own. "I pray so," Rory said with a burst of mischievous laughter that made Tinsley sigh at her. "Then let's go."

Rory stared at him like he had grown five different heads. “What?” “And also, you were on top of her…” He stepped dangerously close to him, looking up at him. His eyes cleared with something he was familiar with. “What? Is she your girlfriend?” The guy’s eyes widened a bit, looking down at his swirling champagne, before he dangerously gulped it down, scorching his throat. “Well now, wouldn’t you like to know…” He trailed off. “I am Toby. Toby Armstrong.” “I am Rory. Rory Thatcher.” His eyes rolled a bit. Left, right, and left. “Rory… Rory… Rory Thatcher. That sounds awfully familiar.”

Ricky says as he comes to stand next to me. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me close, to his side. "Good job, Mrs. Dannelly. I told you you could do it. All you had to do was believe in yourself. I believe you're ready for real action." he says, making my eyes widen in shock.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Slow and careful. The door opened just a crack, and Jason's face appeared in the gap. His eyes widened when he saw who was standing outside. "Todd?" Jason said, surprised. "What are you doing here?" "We're looking for Rory." Todd said, his voice hard. "Is she here?" Jason's face changed. Something flickered in his eyes. Fear? Guilt? Todd couldn't tell. But whatever it was, it disappeared fast. "Rory? No, man. I haven't seen her." Jason opened the door wider and stepped outside. He was wearing a dark hoodie and jeans. His hands were shoved in his pockets. "Why would she be here?"

“Don’t worry. The person responsible for dealing with Roxanne is already in position. She has no time to take care of other things now.” “What about Fiona? That little b*tch is also extremely toxic. How are you going to deal with her?” “Fiona will get her own karma.” Jackson laughed mysteriously. “All you need to do now is to rest well, Mom. We can talk about every other thing as long as you’re safe and healthy.” Jackson was not joking when he said the person responsible for dealing with Roxanne was already in position. The person already made his appearance. It was Susan’s younger cousin, Calvin Cole.

Trying to read if the sad expression was an act or reality. "Jackson was innocent."

Rory's POV The door opened behind me, and I turned sharply. It was the same cab driver that had dropped me off. He walked in calmly, as if he had every right to be there. “I can take you to where you desperately wish to be if you find it uncomfortable here,” he said. I stared at him from head to toe, confused. “And who are you?” “I’m his personal driver,” he answered. “I mean Alpha Jaxon’s driver whenever he uses cars and not bikes.”