Sharpay Troy Novels & Stories

He became the notorious campus playboy, with a new girlfriend every other week. Troy was nothing like him. He was humble, polluted, and focused on his studies, collecting award after award. Back then, he had eyes only for me and would always keep a respectful distance from other women. His only flaw was how much he listened to Sharon. If she told him to be home by 8:00 pm, he would never be a minute late.

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?"

5… 4… 3… Someone took the box from Chris’ hand and immediately threw it in the air. The box created a small explosion and confetti scattered in the air. Chris is still stunned to react, he thought he will die. “Damn, who did this?!” Chris recognized the voice. He looked up since the man is taller than him. It was Troy, one of the members in his parents’ team and he was the same guy who’s following him since earlier. “Are you okay?” Troy asked Chris who’s still spacing out.

What am I doing here? Questions flooded my mind with no answers. Where is Felix? Where’s Barbra? Where is the rest of the Wade family? “Mia? Hey… what’s going on?” Troy asked gently, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “You seem confused. Is something wrong?” I looked at him, still stunned. The last time I saw Troy was in 2012. But this is 2020. How is he even here? Back then, he left for the United States to study Business Administration. His father had insisted he take over the LeVert Empire one day.

I try to get up from the chair to see who entered. In between the reporters and camera flashes, I see a tall man in a black suit. The scene looks similar to the scene of a gigantic ship crushing minor boats and sailing ahead. He walks in straight like an Egyptian God, not giving a flying fuck to anyone. Reporters chant his name 'Ryan, one pic. Ryan', but he didn’t turn. His aura is powerful like a hunter, so deadly and dangerous. He seems to fill the space around him like some dark entity. I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom.

I implored. Top of Form Troy halted in his tracks and turned to face me. “Stop acting like you’re some kind of motivational speaker, Lauryn. You look foolish and childish yourself.” “We’re in a complex predicament, Troy. We can’t keep wandering aimlessly before we decide where to go. Remember the sacrifices made by Hayden and Daniel.” “This isn’t my concern.” Troy continued his way, ignoring me. I followed him persistently until I stumbled and the piece of wood I was using as a makeshift walking stick snapped, leaving a deep gash on the inside of my arm.

Sophia was inside finishing some notes,she’d been nothing but pleasant — kind, helpful, never pushing. Exactly the kind of girl my parents would approve of yet every time she laughed or brushed my arm, I felt nothing but irritation, she wasn’t him she didn’t make my blood run hot, she didn’t challenge me, test me, or make me lose control the way Troy did with one look. My phone buzzed. I pulled it out, already knowing what I’d find, Troy’s I*******m story another photo from Downhill Resort — him laughing on a water bike, arms around some tall from my department I didn't know his name but due to Troy,

Everyone turned their attention to the direction it came from. "I'm not underestimating any of you but if you really think you can kill off Ashley Elsher, then you're severely mistaken!" The boy said, his fingers tapping away on his laps. His identity amazed them. Troy Vegas who was known as a powerful witch. His powers were said to be on par with that of Taylor but as the two had never fought before, it remained unconfirmed. Troy was known for his classes which made him look like a hot need and he had a habit of wiping them clean when delivering something important.

“She will be worth it. A perfect little doll for you to-” “You motherfucker,” Troy hissed, interrupting Gary. My insides, already liquid, turned to ice, and butterflies flapped up a hurricane in my stomach. “I will rip your spine out through your asshole,” he warned. “End. It. Now.” “Sold to bidder forty-two,” Gary said hurriedly and switched off his microphone. I stared at Troy who calmly returned my gaze. His face was completely passive and unreadable. After a few minutes, he sighed deeply, ran his slender fingers through a mob of thick, dark blonde hair and held out his hand to help me off the platform.

Juicy prided herself on being neat and clean. Troy took a step to the phone and felt his head spin. "Shit!" Not now! He clapped his hand loudly. "Don't you dare! Don't you black out! Don't! You are not going to…to…" He sighed and his face went slack. His eyes went glassy as he stared unseeing into the distance.