Rory Jess Novels & Stories

Rory stepped in, pulled Cleo behind him in one smooth move, putting himself between them. Protective. Possessive. Damian's gaze snapped to Rory—sharp, venomous. Then he saw Rory's hand at Cleo's waist. His pupils tightened. Jealousy and rage burned through whatever control he had left. "Rory Renaud." The name came out through clenched teeth, thick with contempt. "Let her go. You spoiled, trust-fund playboy—I'm warning you. Don't touch her. Or you'll regret it." Rory didn't bite. He let out a short laugh, head tilting, mockery clear in his eyes.

Rory’s POV “Wait!” came a voice behind me that I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a man dressed in a sharp suit doing his best to keep up with me. I slowed down and looked at him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, holding up my small can of mace. The man held his hands up in surrender. “Hold up, my name is Ben. I work for Mr. McFarlan as a bodyguard. He sent me to protect you, something about a school stalker. You are Ms. Rory Hill, aren’t you?” he asked.

“My love for all things paranormal made me the weirdo back in high school, but it also made my career.” “And I just love that. It’s so inspiring. Be yourself, even though it can be hard.” “It can be,” I admit, mind going to Charles. I hate that he has to hide such a big part of who he is out of fear of how the truth will be perceived. He’s such a good friend and an overall good person. His superstar status hasn’t gone to his head, and he’s incredibly down to earth for being a household name. “I just don’t have the energy to be fake now,” Rory says with a laugh. She rinses Adam clean, and I take the towel off the rack and unfold it, getting it ready for Rory to use to dry off Adam.

Adam comes running back into the hall with Rory right behind him. “Sorry,” she says when Adam crashes right into Josie. “It’s all right.” Josie bends over and picks Adam back up, putting him back on his feet. “Gosh, it’s been so long since my daughter was this small.” “How old is your daughter?” Rory asks, scooping up Adam, who immediately fusses. He reaches for me and stops fussing as soon as he’s back in my arms. “She’s fourteen,” Josie answers. “Oh, yeah, it has been a while since she was little then.” Rory looks at me and then back at Josie. “I’m Rory, Jacob’s sister.”

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

The other moved more carefully, dark hair, sharper eyes, calm in a way that looked practiced. Both were instantly recognizable, even in street clothes. Rory Kells and Micah Sato. My brain tried to leave my body out of self-defense. Rory’s gaze snapped to me like I was a shiny object. “Oh my.” Rory breathed, and then he pointed like he’d just discovered a rare species. “IT’S PLANT GIRL.” I froze mid wipe. Jace’s head whipped toward Rory. “Don’t.” Rory ignored him completely, stepping farther inside with a paper bag in his hands. “No way. No. This is fate. This is cosmic. This is."

Rory, seeing Brandt's genuine intention to become a disciple, panicked. The journalists weren't fools; they saw through Rory's lies, their faces boiling with anger, "Who said traditional medicine is a scam?" "Rory, was it you?" "Give us a clear answer!" Journalists bombarded Rory with questions, his face going through a series of changes, filled with nervousness and panic, looking towards his father for help.

Tinsley scoffed at her. "Fun killer!' Rory muttered, glaring at her. "Right! I'll be meeting with president Jarek for…" Rory's eyes widened in excitement, "You mean President Jarek as in Jarek of J Empire?" She asked in bewilderment. Tinsley nodded her head, "Hm, we have a meeting." "Finally. Here approaches a rare, rich, and handsome man. You must be dressed so hot, he would be unable to take his eyes off you. He'll literally be eye-fucking you." Rory said.

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.”

“You don’t even know me.” “Oh, I know you better than you think.” His storm-gray eyes deepened, like lightning flashing in a stormcloud. “Your name is Rory Hale. Seventeen. Broken home. Broken heart. Broken promises. You mutter to yourself to keep unseen, yet you’re the loudest thing in the room. Loud enough that animals you’ve only seen in nightmares can hear you breathing.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “Stop.” “I can’t.” His jaw stiffened. “Because the second that mark lit up on your arm, you stopped being invisible. You stopped being safe.”