Troy Bolton Novels & Stories

“What is going on here, Lord Mason?” “He is my pack's worst enemy! Was supposed to be our ally in the third war and ended up betraying us.” Mason narrated. I turned to Bolton, “I think I might know you now. Why would you suddenly have interest in working with him?” “Of course you should know me, I worked with your father when you were a child.” Bolton replied. I finally recalled who he really was, “Lord Bolton, Former member of the king's council and now the alpha of the dark moon pack. And now you want to help me fight my father, the king?”

“You had the opportunity and what did you do? You tried to blackmail her for money. Like the small-minded worm you are.” “I’m sorry!” Troy tried to curl into a ball, but his broken ribs made him cry out. “I don’t know how her rich boyfriend found out. I was careful, I swear!” “Careful?” I laughed. “You weren’t careful at all. You underestimated Gavin Cross. You thought because you had a video, you had power. But you don’t understand power, Troy. You never did.” “Give me one more chance,” he begged, actually crying now. “Please. I’ll get what you need. I’ll do exactly what you say. I’ll… ”

Marcus The assistant’s name was Troy Eddington. Thirty-four, soft-spoken and meticulous. He worked for Richard Pemberton for six years until the man dropped dead of a sudden heart attack. Troy was the kind of guy who didn’t rock the boat, didn’t ask questions, at least until his boss died. Two weeks ago, he left a message on a Bureau tip line. Said he had something urgent to share about Pemberton’s finances. About Platinum. About Bainbridge. It was only picked up and deemed possibly legit today.

"I've overheard at least a dozen conversations about the mysterious Sterling daughter who vanished for years and returned as a force to be reckoned with." As she spoke, I noticed a tall, dark-haired man across the ballroom watching our conversation with intense interest. He was incredibly handsome, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo that emphasized his athletic build. Something about his focused attention made me feel both intrigued and wary. "Elizabeth," I said quietly, "who is that man who's been watching us?" She followed my gaze and smiled. "That's Tyler Rodriguez, star center for the New York Titans. He's one of the most eligible bachelors in professional sports, and also one of the mo

"And you must be Troy. Elena mentioned you might also need examining?" Troy shook his head mutely, his arms wrapped around his middle in a gesture that was becoming familiar. "Troy just went through a traumatic experience," Rhodes said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "He needs to be checked. Please."

I didn’t want him suspecting anything, and judging by his reaction, for now, I can tell that he doesn’t. “No, as my beta, you are the ONLY one to know about this. Donatello knows about this because he is my partner and Donato is obviously his son” I said, glaring at my beta whose frown deepened somehow. I didn’t respond to him as I looked at Donatello, the two of us sharing a silent message that I was thankful neither Donato or Carter picked up. The bait has been thrown, now all we need to do is see what we’re going to catch…

Dalton seemed shocked for a split second that I’ve been able to figure this out this quick. ‘You’re actually right. But why would he use wolfsbane to hide his scent?’ ‘That’s what a traitor would do. Maybe he has done much more than just that and has managed to get away with it.’ ‘Not this time though… this time around, he made a mistake.’ I nodded along with him. “I’ll get one of the most experienced pack scouts to examine this spot.” Dalton stood upright while mind-linking the person he had in mind. The pack scout joined us in a jiffy as soon as he got Dalton’s order.

How cruel, "Troy commented. She asked him to pick her up, and they’re on their way now to the train station. "Yes, Just when I started to trust him again, he betrayed me! " Bridgette said. You could hear the frustration and exhaustion in her voice. Thanks for picking me up. Chelsey wasn’t answering her phone, "she said shyly." Hey, the Premier League event? I gave her tickets. "Let me jog your memory," Troy replied jokingly. "Oh right, Sorry.Anyway, I’m going back to my old house in Hounslow. I never want to go back to this place again. " Her voice sounded like she had already made a decision and would never back out of it.

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

she explained as she introduced me to their friends. Annabelle introduced me one by one to her friends from London. "Anyway Anna is a chief in London as well as Jean, Adrian is a make-up artist, Marko is a professional photographer and Troy is a Pilot at London International Airport." At the same time, he pointed his finger at Troy who was busy using his cellphone. "Troy or Troy Madrigal is the only one who seldom meets us in London. Because he is always busy, " she added yet he once smiled at me.