Tori Outlaw Novels & Stories

"I have no idea, Jaxon wants to just go and see how long we end up staying there, so a few weeks at least." "I can't wait until I find a man who spoils me like this," Tori said with a dreamy faraway look. I felt bad for Tori because she had just finished her undercover mission at Marino's club only to have her boyfriend break up with her. "You both will," I said confidently. "I won't let either of you settle for anything less." "You should introduce us to some of Jaxon's rich and eligible friends," Lauren said with a teasing laugh. "All the younger ones though, please."

On my way to my deals man, the freaks here kidnapped me. It's been five years and I don't know If my grams still alive. If she is, I hope to be back in her arms someday. And if she isn't, I'm sure I'd meet her on the other side... If I escape hell." Tori tells with a sad smile on her face. "I do keep a journal though. If I ever make it outta here, I'm gonna make it into a book. And if I don't make it, well one of you are gonna have to hand it over to my grammy." She finished with an indifferent look on her face.

"You're doing fine, Derek. Just be here. That's all I need." After the music ended, we walked through the Hollywood streets. The crowds had thinned, the tourists replaced by locals and late‑night stragglers. The air was warm, carrying the smell of asphalt and jasmine. "I used to hate you," Tori said. "I know." "Not because of anything you did. Because you were close to Ethan. Because you had something I wanted." "What did you want?" "To be seen. To matter. To be more than the rich girl with the mean smile."

"I know you're the best, babe! I even stood up to Mom for you. She won't give you any more trouble. You gave the Selwyns a son—Oliver. You're a hero in this family. No one can top that! The day after tomorrow, I'm throwing a banquet for you to make up for everything, so just wait for me." The day after tomorrow? That was the same day as my flight. It was such a coincidence. … The next day, Colin didn't come home. I packed whatever I could into a small suitcase, boxed up the rest, and sent it off to be donated. I removed the wedding photo from the bedside, ripped it up, and threw the pieces in the trash. One by one, I erased every trace of myself from that house. By noon on the third day, Col

He throws it out mid-argument like it's nothing, like it's been we for years, us on one side of the desk and the problem on the other, and my whole chest lights up over a pronoun while the actual negotiation carries on somewhere without me. 'Focus,' says the wolf. 'The pup is winning.' "The council sent children after a twenty-foot skeleton," Tori says, "Under-briefed and under-armed. I'm eighteen, I know what's actually out there, and I'm better trained than any of them. You saw to that personally." She’s looking at Noah now. She also called him my partner. This is shaping up to be a pretty awesome day, if only she’d get out of my chair.

Tory stood up from her bed still tired and unhappy and walked slowly to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After taking her bath, brushing her teeth, putting on her clothes and carrying her bag sadly, she went to the park to get a bus so she could go back to school. It has been a long, sad, and painful emergency break and she needed to get away from her family and distract herself from the fact that the love of her life has left her and that she is now on her own.

She smiled and walked over to the kitchen. Just as she left the room, the front door burst open. "Now, the party don't start till I walk in!" Tori yelled. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses that said 2013 and a black Michael Jackson-like hat. She was holding a speaker in her hand that was playing Kesha.

I believed that Tori could do an equally great job, if not better, than any man out there. There's a delicate issue that Tori faces regarding her healing abilities. If word ever got out about her powers, anyone would try to take her away, either ally or enemy, to control her abilities. Her power to manipulate people and bring the dead back to life would be a valuable asset to anyone. However, the Moon Goddess chose Tori for a reason - she has a kind and caring heart, and the ability to influence people positively. Moreover, she doesn't use her power to heal everyone she meets. She only uses it to help those in dire need of assistance. Even when wolves have severe injuries, she only gives the

“You chose her over me. Again and again." Something cracked in me, quiet and final, scattered all inside my chest. "Just when will you stop involving Tori in our lives!" I yelled, still holding my dress. “All the time, Tori this, Tori that, do you even remember you have a wife?" “Tori needs me, Olivia, try to be understanding," he opened his palms in desperation, his eyes widening with every word. “Tori is an orphan with no relatives, she has always lived in darkness and finally found ME! I am-”

Tori growls at the new information he has given her. “I’m sorry,” Tori apologizes when I help her sit up right against the head of the bed. “Don’t be, this isn’t your fault. You getting hurt hunting probably saved us from being to isolated and ambushed,” I sigh, before grabbing her leg and pulling it into alignment as gently as I can. “Ow, ow, ow…” She cries, holding the head board cracking the wood as she tries to hold still. “Shhh, it’s ok I’m done, it has to be aligned before healing,” I move up and pull her to my arms hoping to comfort her.