Tori Ross Mga Nobela at Kwento

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

She rushed to open the door and help her out but Rocco's hand reached to catch her hy her wrist before she could walk past him. "Let go of me." The girl tried to get her hand free of his tight grip but failed. "You know her?" Rocco asked a dark look masking over his features. The girl stops struggling, looking at hik in disbelief before she answers him," Of course, I do. I live with her. She is my best friend." Tori explained more than needed. Rocco raked his free hand through his messy hairs as he thought about all the possibly things he could do to get rid of her. The possible best friend, who is also an eyes witness and would not think twice before exposing him.

Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure. “I’ll be asking you this regularly from now on,” I said, “and I want an honest answer as it will show me how far you’ve progressed from this moment. Someday, princess, I hope you’ll be able to say you see a beautiful she-wolf, worthy of breaking hearts.” To my horror she began to cry. “That’s n - not who I am,” she faltered between sobs. “It’s what I see. I did from the first.” She cried all the harder on hearing that. The “princess” part had just slipped out but I reckoned it suited her. Tori was a survivor, highly intelligent and sexy as fuck and I didn’t know how I was ever going to be able to bring myself to let her go.

Little bows sat on either side of my hips, and the bottoms covered perhaps a quarter of my full rear. Tori came up behind me and cocked her head to the side, her curly ponytail of fiery locks bounced from the movement. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose, those cinnamon freckles scrunching. “Why can’t I fill out like that?” She scoffed, and I tried to contain my surprise. I wasn’t used to this—girl talk, that is. Tori was one of those females who accepted her body and embraced every curve, mark, and dip with incredible confidence. She embraced her sexuality fully, something I was trying to do as well.

Tori’s voice hit a pitch high enough to crack stone. I turned my head just in time to see her clap her hands over her eyes, cheeks flaming scarlet as she half-stumbled, half-tripped back. “Oh devils above—Sebastian was right, I should never ever barge in—oh no, oh no—” Rori, in contrast, froze like a deer caught in torchlight. His mouth opened. Closed. Then opened again. “Wh—what—” His voice cracked. He rubbed his eyes furiously, as if that might change what he was seeing. “Nope. Nope. Did not see that. I—”

Her desires were awakened, matching my own, as the world around us melted away. My hands trembled with desire as I was on the brink of removing the satin dress that clung to her body, ready to explore the depths of our passionate connection. But in an unexpected twist, Tori gently pushed me away, leaving me bewildered and breathless. My longing still burning brightly, and I stared at her with disbelief in my eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice heavy with both disappointment and concern. Tori's eyes reflected a complex mix of emotions – desire, conflict, and a hint of uncertainty. In a whisper, she confessed, "I can't. I'm about to marry the Alpha of Blood Rose Pack."

And yet, here she was, reappearing in the most vicious way, nearly taking Stellar’s life. “So what if it’s me?” Tori’s face twisted with rage, her eyes gleaming with venom. “Stellar, you ruined me. If you hadn’t meddled from the start, Suzy would never have stolen my spotlight. “Then you went and took Zayden Moore from me—my biggest backer! You destroyed my career and dragged my name through the mud. I want you dead!”

Tori cries "I won't let you use me to hurt grandpapa" "But he hurt me, he hurt me!!, he betrayed me, he murdered me and locked me in that shed to slowly die. and you expect that kind of man to live?" "He's over 70 please" "I don't care, I'm going to destroy him, and everyone related to him" she starts laughing maniacally "he's going to die the way he made me to" "You're a monster" Tori yelled I hold her "Tori calm down, there's another way of solving this"

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

I nagged at Tora. "Hic! Ari... Please... Let me go with you... I'm not sure when we are going to meet again. I can't stand a day worrying about what happened to you. I was so worried when the Sirens took you away. I wasn't even aware of what happened. I was shocked when I woke up and they all looked distraught. It felt terrible!" she whimpered. Tory had a separation issue, making her so attached to the people she loved and trusted. She couldn't even go to the funeral of a close friend because of that. She hated the feeling of being left alone.