Tori Ross Novels & Stories

Rose I look straight into the mirror; seeing my reflection. Sighing, I hear someone calling out my name but more like in a forcing tone. Trying my best to ignore his voice, I keep on washing my hands but my heart stops beating as soon as someone breaks the door—causing me to look at the figure in surprise. ''What the hell took you so long?'' Terry asks and I just roll my eyes at him. Then, he walks at me before pulling me by the arm.

There's no way we were gonna play a game and get nothing in return. I'd prefer that they do it again this year, I won't be playing, Mr. Roswell is gonna go for a vacation the week of the fundraiser so, I would gladly miss the damn fundraiser. " Well, I suppose we could just do that then?" Just when I was basking in the euphoria of going on a man's vacation with Mr. Roswell. Tory raised her hand, smirking as she looked at me. What the hell is she up to? " Sir, I have a MUCH better idea" she said as she clasped her hands and smiled sweetly... That's a bad sign Nate, she's up to no good.

Several had been at their wedding last year. Jolene exchanged hugs with Tori, Parkers fiancé. “I hope we weren’t supposed to bring anything.” “Just yourself.” Tori said with her sweet southern accent. She was a strawberry blonde with dark blue eyes. Where Jolene had her mother’s fluff, Tori was rail thin. “I love this sweater. Of course, I don’t have the chest for it.” Jolene laughed as Tori placed her hands on her chest feeling her small breasts.

I narrowed my eyes at her retreating back, silently plotting her demise, before turning my attention to the boy. "Hey," he greeted, a dimple popping in his cheek as he smiled. He was cute in a non-threatening, boy-next-door kind of way. "Hi. You’re in my Geometry class, right?" I asked, recognizing him vaguely from the back row. "Yeah. Vincent Brooks," he said, extending a hand. I shook it. His grip was firm, his skin warm. Human. "Luna Rossi." "I know," he laughed softly. He shifted his weight, looking suddenly nervous. "So, hey... Zara mentioned you don't have a partner for Prom yet..."

Candles flickered on the dresser and a large mirror faced the bed. Tori pushed me gently onto the mattress, then crawled over me like a cat. She untied my robe with deliberate slowness, letting the silk fall open. Her eyes drank in my body—hard nipples, the slick shine already coating my inner thighs. “Beautiful,” she murmured. She started at my neck, kissing, licking, sucking softly while Collins watched, palming his thick cock through his pants. Tori’s mouth moved lower, circling one nipple with her tongue before sucking it deep into her hot mouth.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

Tori’s gaze unwavering even as he nods his head next. “Yes. I Tori Hall, hereby swear upon my life here and now that I’ll forever strive to protect this pack from any and all who dare harm them. That as Luna of the Eclipse Born Kin I swear to help those who need it and cherish those without questions even when those seem to have doubt.”

She looked Zara up and down, pausing at the girl’s wrists, which still bore faint bruises from chains. “So this is the peace offering, she looks soft. We’ll see how long that lasts.” Behind her, another woman chuckled, she's taller, and crueler in the eyes. That was Tori. She's pale blonde with a jaw that could cut glass and a voice that drips venom even when she whispers. “Bet she doesn’t even know how to kneel properly,” Tori said, tilting her head in mock pity. “It doesn’t matter. She’ll learn or she’ll bleed.”

Releasing an exasperated sigh, he raised his hands in surrender before retreating to where the rest of the Rinaldi bodyguards stood just as Tori emerged from the changing room wearing her chosen dress and a wide grin on her lips. "Well, how do I look?" She asked, doing a little turn that had me chuckling as I stared in awe at her outfit. She looked truly amazing in her little dress that seemed to accentuate all her curves perfectly. "Amazing. I love it! Now, give me five minutes. I'll get ready and then we can head out!" ***

My body had always felt wrong—soft hips, full chest, thighs that touched, and a stomach that rolled flat when I sat. Boys at college looked past me, all because I’m always hiding in these damn baggy sweaters and joggers. Without hesitation, I pull out my phone and force my numb fingers to begin scrolling all the way down to her name. Mia. I pressed the call. It rang once. Twice. “Hey Mia…it’s me, Tori.” I didn’t wait for her to speak. “Tori?” Her voice cut through the loud music in the background. “Uhmm, I’m kinda busy right now, can I call you—”