Rory Jess Novels & Stories

Aurora said dryly, chewing on a piece of asparagus. “How about Silver?” Tyler suggested, “You’ve got the hair for it.” Aurora wrinkled her nose. “Too dramatic.” “What about just… Rory?” Ruby said thoughtfully. “It’s still you. Just… less baby.” The table went quiet for a moment as they all considered it. “I like that,” Seris said. “Rory.” “Rory fits,” Phoenix nodded. “Not bad,” Aurora—now Rory—murmured, cheeks flushed but smiling. “Rory. Huh. Yeah… I could live with that.”

"Mr. Jasper, I know your conversation with Mr. Javier didn't end well tonight. But I hope you won't hold a grudge against him. He has his own burdens." Jasper's expression darkened. "What burdens?" Rory looked pained. In a raspy voice, he replied, "I'm sorry. It's not my place to share. But I still hope—" "I'm not holding any grudges against him." Jasper met Rory's gaze squarely. "First, he is the chairman of the corporation—the one who gave me my authority. As his son, I'm also his subordinate. Regarding his decision tonight, all I can say is that I deeply regret it.

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

Her brother, as well as her mother, would be content if they could dwell in a place like this. "Could you please have a seat?" Rory followed the advice of an older man. She had scoured the area with her eyes and couldn't see anything that matched Eren Cyrus' description. She sat up straight after exhaling. She was relieved that she wouldn't have to worry about answering questions. "Now go ahead and act stupid." She thought to herself as she glanced straight at the man who asked for her name while staring at his computer. "Rory Anne Spears," She gave a response.

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.”

Malia mumbled, relaxing back into the bag. "I'll start with . . ." Dani began, looking around the group. "Rory," she completed. Rory, a dark skinned guy with a mass of curly dark hair, dark, deep set eyes, sensual pink lips and a fine jawline with a budding goatee, looked up from the phone in his hand. "Yay," he intoned, waving his hand, obviously not interested in the game. "Would you rather," Dani went on, "jerk off to me or to Kimberly."

Meanwhile, Jax was a powder keg ready to explode. He watched from the shadows, jaw clenched, fists tight every time Julian touched her. The jealousy was eating him alive, and it showed in the way he fucked her during their stolen moments — harder, more desperate, more possessive. One night, after everyone had gone to bed, Rory slipped out of her room wearing nothing but a silk slip and a robe. The mansion was heavily guarded now, but she knew the patrol schedules. She moved like a ghost through the corridors until she reached Jax’s door.

I just study her, the tremor in her hands, the way her pupils dilate too fast, the twitch at the corner of her mouth. She’s high. Not gone, but buzzing. “Why are you here?” I repeat, quieter this time. Rory exhales a laugh, but there’s something brittle in it. “Fair. I probably deserve that.” She stubs out her cigarette, looks down at her chipped nails, and then glances up again, almost shyly. “Can I see Guillermo?” The name hits me like a slap, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. There it is.

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.

Jessa jolted into movement. She sped out of the alleyway and onto another street, running as fast as her legs would carry her. The small apartment she rented wasn’t far, just a few long blocks from the train station, but it seemed like miles. Jessa was exhausted from her ordeal that day, shaking from the violence she’d just witnessed in the alley. She was worried for Rhye too, even though she was certain he didn’t need her concern. He was a member of the Hunters, probably the most lethal of them all, if his reputation was anything to go by. He was a killing machine according to all who knew his name. Seeing him here in action for herself, Jessa didn’t doubt it for a second. And now that she’