Troy Bolton Novels & Stories

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

I curse, breath burning. Officer Bolton enters, his expression cautious. “This is a conspiracy… but you’ve always wanted to go to Westdale, haven’t you? Maybe now’s the time for revenge.” Time? Bolton has been my friend for years. We graduated from high school together, then the police academy. I was the best man at his wedding. I only became Sheriff through Father’s connection. Now I’m leaving Westdale. Fuck—I planned on coming out of the closet this year, to everyone. Tell Father I love a man. Propose to Harry on his birthday. Build a life where I didn't have to hide. But now I'm just... leaving?

"What a shameless, poor loser." After five years apart, Luke Bolton humiliated me in public just like that. But the idiot had no idea he was mocking the wife of Gideon York, the richest man everyone wanted to win over today. Luke walked into the hotel lobby with Cindy Gale on his arm. The business elites around us quickly recognized him, and their faces lit up as they swarmed Luke. "Mr. Bolton, I never thought I'd see you here at the Alliance Summit. You got your company listed in just five years. That's very impressive for someone so young!" one man said.

He catches Matt’s eye for a split second, totally unbothered. "Well, Matt. It sounds like Mrs. Sterling is a woman who knows exactly what she wants and we’re men who pride ourselves on delivering results." ‎Troy Montgomery is the Smooth Operator of the duo, the one who handles the PR while Matt handles the executions.

I would understand if you want to take time, I would wait for you, I would stand with you, but talk to me if you w ant to back off now. I….”. He was cut off when Bolt turned in his arms and shut him up with his lips. ----- Tabby

Troy demanded sharply. “My name is Elijah Wyatt,” Elijah said calmly. “I hear you have a problem with Dustin. Why don’t you join me?” He sat on the sofa and flashed a charming smile. “From now on, the Ziegler family will be a subsidiary of the Wyatt family, and I will help you deal with Dustin.” Hector and Troy were irritated. “Who the hell are you? Get out of here!” Troy shouted angrily. Elijah’s face darkened. In an instant, his men lunged forward, grabbed Hector and Troy by the neck, and lifted them off the floor.

Erica lying and pretend crying to gain sympathy to them. The handsome Male celebrity was furious, he gritted his teeth and he was about to punched Joshua but Joshua dodged his attacked. “Relax, I’m here not to fight with you guys, please be calm and behave, I’m looking for Director Coleen” said Joshua to them. The Male celebrity who failed his sneaky attacked to Joshua was no other than Troy. He is a famous playboy celebrity. He used his famous and handsome look to catches many woman and play with them. He felt embarrassed when his attacked was failed.

Of course, regret was already useless when Zayn had already caught up to him. “Die!” Sensing that Zayn was right behind him, Bolt’s bloodshot eyes widened in rage. Without any hesitation, he decided to use his trump card, pulling out a bomb from his pocket and tossing it to the back. Even though he knew the bomb could not possibly kill Zayn, he only needed it to slow him down a a little! It seemed like a good idea and he did it very quickly, but he was still underestimating Zayn. Against a supreme powerhouse like Zayn, he had no chance of walking away alive.

I said as I got up to leave but he pulls me back. "Will you please just calm down?" he said. just then his phone beeps and as he was about to bring it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me. Run Erica Run

Tyrone asked calmly. This was Hector Robinson, a 25-year-old head of the prominent Robinson Family, ranking 27th on the global billionaire list. He had arrived in Royalton just a week ago, his schedule mysterious. He had caught the attention of every CEO in the city.