Book Troy Novels & Stories

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

Now that I was fully healed, there was more than enough time to root the person out. "Oh, I think you'll speak, Christina," Zephyr replied. "Maybe I'll leave my buddy, Troy, here with you for a few minutes. Troy?" Troy stepped forward without speaking, his arms crossed behind him, face stoic as ever. He wasn't in his usual bodyguard suit and tie, but a tight black T-shirt, combat cargo pants, and heavy boots. He looked like danger.

But NOOOOOO! I'm tossed like a salad into another tragic time in human history and to top it ALL off! I'm looking at the twin of my Trojan Prince, who is maybe long dead. The thought of Braxius being dead hurts my heart, and I can no longer keep my emotions in check.

Troy said as they entered their apartment. “Just cool?” Lewis asked, kicking the door shut behind him. “Yeah, you know,” Troy said, dropping his things by the door. “She’s fun to be around.” Lewis looked at him but remained silent. Later that day, Troy yelled out, “I’m gonna run to the store to get snacks for the game! Do you want anything?” “Nah, I’m good,” Lewis called back. Shrugging, Troy muttered, “Suit yourself.” He walked up the street to the store on the corner. Going inside, he picked out a bag of chips, some dip, and a couple of drinks. He threw in a box of cookies for something sweet.

"Okay, so we have a list of shops, Calix said they are a starting point and if anything was missing you can go to others but he doubts you will need to." I nod to his words and spend the morning shopping. It feels strange, I barely buy anything. I don't feel comfortable buying myself things. Walking around the book shop I look through books. Troy stays standing by the door, no doubt because the shop is small and he can see me regardless of where I am. I stand reading the back of a book. I don't typically read, but I need to. It will help, there are still so many words I have no idea how to spell. Reading will help me learn.

On the way home Troy said, “I used to think the point was to win you. Keep you. Write the terms.” “I know.” “The point was this.” Troy lifted their joined hands an inch. “Choosing. Being chosen. Not owning the air.” Alex squeezed. “Doctrine.” “Doctrine.” --- Afternoon light moved across the bookshelf. Nathan’s box stayed closed on the bottom shelf. Seminar spines sat at eye level. The hard-to-kill plant held its green. Alex worked an hour at the desk; Troy napped on the sofa like a man who had learned he was allowed to. When Alex finished, he found Troy awake again, watching him with an expression that still looked like wonder on a face that had once specialised in control.

Stupid, soft things that made my chest feel tight now. I closed the app let him have his fun, I thought, jaw clenched, let him think he can replace me. When he comes back — and he will — I’ll be waiting. I’ll pull him close, kiss him until he forgets that senior’s name, and fuck him so thoroughly he’ll remember who owns every moan, every tear, every piece of his heart. Because Troy is mine even when he hates me, even when he tries to run, he’ll always be mine.

NEIL “Just because they’re from a royal family, they think everyone can take their shit,” Austin scoffed as he sipped his Bourbon. He was pissed off that his British client was being a stick in his ass. It was funny but I wouldn’t dare laugh because I knew he was pissed off. Being a lawyer meant he had to encounter people who wouldn’t mind if their pride would get them being bars for more than ten years. People like me. “Honestly, I don’t care if he rots in jail. Who the fuck rapes a girl and then forces her to abort the child?” he snapped and downed the rest of his drink with one go.

Lex exclaimed while he was trying to let Lex walk his way to his safe haven. Lex raise his hand to take out the shield that he puts in there and when they step inside he raise his hand to out back the shield. "Sorry about that." Lex continues talking about what has just happen. "Oh no, that was fine." Liam responded. "You okay? Are you hurt?" Lex asked while he turned around and glance at him who were behind. "I'm fine Lex." Liam responded and then he looks at him seriously. He was the youngest and have the most impulsive decisions in life but still Liam needed to convince him with the union and peace of their own brothers.