Rory James Collen Novels & Stories

Mark blushes at me scratching the back of his neck awkwardly “Thanks Emmi..” Samuel scoffs “His jokes sucks..’ I roll my eyes “Sammy your jokes suck…” I say sticking out my tongue at Samuel who does exactly what I’m doing “you acting like children..” collen says “oh I’m sorry Collen… does your behavior affect your sophisticated edge ..” I remark and he immediately smirks “you remember that uh…” I nod arching my brow with a smirk . Alex frowns at us pinching my hip making me divert my attention “do you want drink? I’m getting some beer for us..” I shake my head as he walks up “so why did Alex beat your ass Collen. “ I ask sipping my coke and he smirks “according to him I was behaving like a

Prisha joined in the hug and Aurelie waited for them to let go of me before she suffocated me with a hug. I laughed, returning the hug. “How did your holidays go.” “How about you tell us who this hunk is first?” Clementine questioned, her gaze settled on Damon. “He’s a professor in Philosophy.” Prisha helped me answer. I didn’t appreciate her speaking for me but I didn’t say anything about it. Clementine cocked her head and assessed Damon who just stood there quietly. “Is he the man you were involved in the scandal with?” I nodded. I knew they were bound to have questions since I brought him inside and I was ready to answer them.

I said picking a rose from the ground and handing it to the one closest to me while giving them a warm smile. "Oh my thank you. I love your accent! ow!" As she took the Rose from Collen she pricked herself on one of the thorns... Every rose has it's thorn. This was far from the first time Collen's accent had managed to draw the attention of a stranger. It should be said his family came from Belfast Ireland. While he would try his best not to stand out, one thing that never fails to draw attention was his accent, but then again it seems no matter Collen's efforts you could say his looks do as well. He stood at five feet eleven inches, Weight approximately one hundred and seventy pounds, and w

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

Sunny Sweeny-Summer of 1987 At about 10:30 on the morning of August 31, 1987, Rory Collins went to visit his friends James and Sunny Sweeney. The Sweeneys were brothers and sisters in their twenties. James was twenty-three, and his sister was twenty-eight. They lived with their mother, Grace Sweeney, in a patio garden apartment in Ashville, Maryland, in Baltimore County. When Mr. Collins approached the apartment, he noticed that the patio door was ajar. He looked into the living room and saw Sunny's face lying face down in a pool of blood. The cause of death was discovered later.