Sharpay Troy Novels & Stories

"If you are really sorry, then go apologize to the girl you just tried to take advantage of and you see you and I can only be friends nothing more than that" Tory replies trying to be as clam as possible. "Humphrey if you don't have anything to say, I have to go to bed now and don't try anything funny trust me you wouldn't like the outcome" Tory said calmly but with anger evidence in her voice. She got back into the house and layed on the small mattress on the floor and started crying dispute everything going on she still thinks of Brenden and miss him. "Lord I know that everything that happens to me happens for a reason and all I ask is for you to give me the strength to move on with my lif

“I tried to talk to her.” For a moment, there was silence. Then Shane’s voice cut through, sharper than I’d heard her before. “You what?” she demanded, sounding both shocked and furious. “Why the hell would you want to do that?” “I just… I wanted to apologize,” Troy stammered. “I need to talk to her, to make things right. I’ve been feeling guilty. She almost died because of me, Shane. I… I can’t get it out of my head.”

He then drops the gun to his side. I sigh in relief as undesired tears run down my bruised cheek. "Unfortunately, I have other plans." I stole a glance over at him. "I-I don't understa—" Troy starts pacing the room. "You see, your fiancé fucked up my life. He took away the woman I loved, got me disowned by my father because he saw me as a weak pathetic bitch." He places a long finger on his clean chin feigning thought. "Oh, and, yeah, he beat the shit out of me. Now, it's my turn. I'mma make him feel pain, and what better way than a fucking knife to the heart? What better way than ruining a man's prized possession? I've learned that the hard way after all."

"Hmmm... I understand. And to answer your question, I was devastated after my father died. I too had nobody to confide so instead I started to look for ways to distract my mind. Girls, sex, alcohol was the only way out. I was already spoilt with excessive wealth at my disposal but my father's death made me realize how fickle my life is. So..." Troy paused for a few seconds as if trying to gather courage. "So... I wanted things and people who do not give me a heartbreak. Things who give me pleasure and nothing else. I cannot bear to have another heartbreak, so I have become nothing but shallow. And, I am very happy this way. Marriage, love, relationships bring nothing but sadness and heartbre

The shark's teeth were slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. And as more blood spilled, their frenzied state intensified. I watched as the chaos unfolded from the distance, dead calm as I quickly returned to the yacht. Once I got on, I could see Larry and his friends kicking and splashing in the sea, yelling, "Help!" Before anyone could do anything, a shark shot toward him from beneath, chomping off his entire leg and drawing even more blood.

“It means Aislinn can’t see, hear, or speak anymore. If she doesn't end up in prison, she’ll be too broken to want to live.” I waited for Troy’s reaction, expecting anger or judgment, but his lips curved into a cold smile. “Good. Serves her right for trying to hurt my princess.” “Who’s your princess?” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “You,” he said simply, the sincerity in his tone leaving me speechless. Sharon parked the car and turned to us. “We’re here,” she announced. “How did you know where to go?” I asked suspiciously, eyeing both of them.

Troy let out a sudden yelp of frustration, his face contorting with both anger and despair. Ruby, startled, asked, "What's wrong?" Troy's expression was a mix of fury and helplessness as he gestured downward. "See for yourself!" Ruby glanced down and immediately froze, disbelief spreading across her face. Troy had completely deflated—his once enthusiastic presence reduced to a soft, limp failure. The repeated phone calls had dealt a devastating blow, killing the mood entirely. Grabbing his phone with a vengeance, Troy answered, practically shouting into the receiver. "Who the hell is this?"

He's pacing around and I'm shocked that he's angry instead of worried. "Hi uncle," Troy greets. "Hi my boy," he replies but is taken aback when he sees me. "Do you two know each other?" "She's my best friend," Troy says. "Oh..." Is all he says. "How's Trent?" "He needs more blood but the doctors say he will be fine come tomorrow." "That's good news..." "I told Trent to stop clubbing and all this nonsense he does with his fellow players. Now see he got stabbed. I hope he's happy now! "

he pointed at my hair. “It's silver,” I corrected. “Regardless, we can always lie about your origin so it doesn't matter,” he shrugged. “It's your choice to trust me or not but I'm simply trying to help,” he said seriously. “Fine but if I think you're going to kill me or get me killed, I won't hesitate to unalive you,” I warned. “Yes, ma'am. I'm aware of your violent tendencies,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I'm Troy by the way,” he introduced himself.

"Together. As a family. But Troy, you have to give him that chance. You have to tell him the truth." Troy was quiet for a long moment, staring at his hands. "I saw him today," he finally said. "With the kids. He was playing with Sophia and Julian in the pool, and they were laughing, and he looked so happy. Content. Like his life was exactly what he wanted it to be." "And?"