Tori Spring Novels & Stories

Nate's POV " Damn," I said as I sprawled on one of the couches in my large bedroom. I liked my room dark, so all the curtains were closed, the fans helped keep the room cool...just the way I like it. Today, wasn't such a bad day, I have Tori to thank for that. Now I get why Isabella called her a firecracker but I don't quite know why she doesn't like Tory. Maybe it's because Tory is by far the hottest girl in school. Even when she was dressing like a hobo, you could still see her beauty in those sexy, large gray eyes, full lips, her cute little nose, and fuck her cheekbones were just unreal.

"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."

Or is this just the past with some tweaks for her? Determined to find answers, Tori decides to visit Wayne. She needs to know the truth, she needs answers. Later that afternoon, Tori finds herself standing outside Wayne’s apartment. She hesitates for a moment, her nerves threatening to get the better of her. Gathering her courage, she knocks on the door. It takes a few moments, but when the door opens, her heart sinks. Inside, Wayne is standing with his arms wrapped around another woman, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

"I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!" "Then, I... will be the boyfriend of Nina, the owner of the shop that makes the best tiramisu in the world!" Ronan grinned. We left the shop laughing. Night had fallen outside, and warm yellow lights glowed around us. A gust suddenly swept through the alley. Ronan took my hand, and we jogged a few steps into the wind ahead of me. Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors.

Straightening her shoulders high, she was determined to ruin Anika right there. Why not? It wasn’t like anyone would believe Anika’s words over hers. The moment she arrived, she flashed him her brightest smile. “Dr. Christopher, hi!” Christopher glanced at her briefly before returning his attention to the funeral proceedings. He barely managed to reply before his gaze left hers. Tori’s smile stiffened. “I take it that you don’t remember me. I’m Tori Gold. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about the Golds.”

"He said you're the only one he can trust now... He has something to tell you." I burst out a laugh. "He trusts me?" Tori's fidgeting hands touch both of her temples and she glares at me with bloodshot eyes. "Look here!" She snaps. "Stop asking silly questions! Just come with me and he'll answer all your stupid questions okay?" Tori is high on drugs or she's craving to be high on drugs. I remember she has been taken in and out of rehab a lot of times. But I understand her. Staying with Tyrone for all of those years takes being on drugs 24/7.

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.

Something shifted again — shuffling of fabric, a step backward. “Don’t do anything stupid,” Tori added. “You keep your mouth shut, and no one gets hurt. But if I go down, I’m not going alone. You remember that.” Summer’s breath was fast and shallow. I thought she might cry. I thought she might break. But instead, she said, “I have to go.” “Good.” Footsteps. Fast ones. The door opened and shut. Silence. Long, stretching silence. Tori didn’t move. She stood still for what felt like forever, and I didn’t dare breathe. Then finally, she exhaled—just one long, sharp breath—and stalked toward the dresser.

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.

He had arranged such a homey feeling apartment for her. "Come let me show you around." Tyler said and, started showing her apartment which was spacious enough for two people to live comfortably. He showed her around and lastly they reached to the bedroom. They entered inside and he walked towards the bed side table. He took out the documents and handed them to her. She saw her photo already there but with different hair color and outfit which clearly told her it was edited. "From now on this is your identity. You have to dress up like this. You are Aurora Valenti, you have to create your own unique personality now. You have to gain popularity so that everyone start believing that you are Aur