Tori Tori No Mi Novels & Stories

Her smile, ironically, only grows wider the deeper into the song she goes. "Last night I blacked out I think // What did you, what did you put in my drink? // I remember making out and then, oh, oh // I woke up with a new tattoo // Your name was on me and my name was on you // I would do it all over again."

“Have you tried anything yet?” My mate was a fucking temptress right now. The level of command that she held over Tori was so fucking sexy it was almost unfair. This right here was the Luna that we needed. She was the Luna who took care of shit and made this pack safer. I was glad that there were many pack members in the room right now so that they saw her in action. I was mighty fucking proud right now. “I’ve tried seducing him, but it doesn’t work. I went ahead and purchased some aphrodisiac drugs, but they just came in, so I haven’t had the chance to try them out yet,” Tori said with a pout.

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—”

“Tori is an orphan with no relatives, she has always lived in darkness and finally found ME! I am-” And just like that, I understood. It was never me. "-the light she needs to walk down the dangerous path,” I let out a soft chuckle that soon dissolved into mocking laughter. "I can't count how many times you've said this to me, is Tori on a mission to fly around the moon?” "Three years…I gave you everything, and it still wasn’t enough,” My voice cracked and my laughter grew even louder as if it shouldn't be me in this kind of situation.

“I’m Autumn Magnus. Welcome to my tower! Your bedrooms are on the third floor. If you’ve reached the hydra, you’ve gone too far. But he’s friendly so you can pet him.” I glance at Tori. “She’s chipper.” I giggle. I get to actually see my best friend. She has very light blond hair and blue eyes. “You’re so pretty, Tori.” Tori smiles at me. “I guess it must be weird to be seeing for the first time.” “I could see some in my visions. Though Emerald told me I can’t have visions when I use her eyes.” I explain. “So I’ve got to let myself be blind sometimes.”

But Tori was like a crack in the glass—small at first, but spreading. “You’re quiet,” Mia said one afternoon as we walked to her car. “What’s going on?” “Nothing.” “Ava.” I stopped, the words spilling out before I could even stop them. “It’s Tori" with a deep sigh. "She’s everywhere. She’s at his locker, she’s at his lunch table, she’s in his DMs—I saw her comment on his post on i***a last night. And he doesn’t do anything about it and it bothers me.”

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and there she was, Tori herself. Tori opened the heavy cell door, her eyes glistening with profound relief at my safety. The dim light from the hallway framed her delicate features, which had been etched with worry during my captivity. I had countless questions swirling in my mind, but before I could utter a word, she silenced me with a kiss, her soft lips pressed fervently against mine. Her fingers began to trace my body, their touch igniting a cascade of sensations that reverberated through me. "Claim me. Now," she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation that left no room for doubt.

I tugged at my bag strap, trying to act like I didn’t see it. "Uh... why are they all staring?" I muttered under my breath. "Because you’re hot?" Millie said casually, locking the car. "Don’t worry, they’ll get used to it." "Great," I mumbled, following her toward the entrance. We spotted Tori sitting on a bench near the school gates, her electric guitar resting on her knee. She was hard to miss—tall with sharp features, short black hair styled into a wolf cut that perfectly framed her pale face. Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating.

Vicky added in a sultry tone. Just as I was about to pull her into another kiss and possibly drag her off to my room, Tori came back. She was wearing her black two-piece bikini with a towel wrapped around her waist. Her hair was neatly brushed and pulled into a ponytail and her glasses were perched on her nose again, giving her a sexy nerd look. My sisters eyesight wasn't terrible, but she almost always wore her glasses when going outside, especially when she was driving. "Ready to go?" Tori asked us both.

that always slipped into Tori's conversations, as if she lived in a world with entirely different social rules from the rest of humanity. I decided to get straight to the point. "Are you two actually friends," I asked, leaning forward slightly, "or does she just use you to get close to Nate?" Tori blinked a few times, clearly not expecting such a direct question. I saw a faint flush rise on her cheeks. "I…" she hesitated, searching for the right words. "Our friendship is…" "How?" "In this world, one hand usually washes the other," she finally said, almost shamelessly, as if explaining a basic fact of life.