Troy Bolton Novels & Stories

But I grinned, and shook his hand. “I’m Troy,” I said, still trying to figure him out. Magic, definitely. He wasn’t too tall, about five inches shorter than me so just under six feet. He had long blonde hair, obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. He had weird tribal looking tattoos that seemed interesting. He had purple eyes, which I hadn’t even known was possible. But then again, everything about this school was the impossible. “Nice pile of bricks here. I guess it’s just us so far,” he asked, looking around.

Tim smiled broadly and got up before he appreciated her, “Thank you for informing me.” He walked into the office, and the General Manager who was about to leave, furrowed his brow. “Good day, Capt. Bolton. How is work?” He greeted him warmly. Instead of answering him, he asked, “What brings you today, Driver?” Currently, the only thing that he could think of was, “How is your son?” Capt. Bolton showed disturbed and answered, “But I have told you that he is fine.” “Yes. I have come to inform you that Ambrose is well. He was discharged today.”

and I replied, "Okay, thank you." I linked with Ty and he told me he was on a run with Toffe, Toffe wanted to talk so I smiled and got out of the bath, I ate because I needed food. I decided to walk around exploring the Villa, it was huge and I followed the path from the pool that led to the stream, it was still very amazing to see, overlooking the valley. I heard a noise in the trees and I said, "Show yourself," and it was Bolt, trying to make himself invisible, he said, "Sorry to startle you, but I wanted to stay close, Ty is very protective," and I smiled saying, "I know, please join me," he safely landed on the ground. We got to know more about each other, and he apologized for Peter's b

I didn’t know what was worse, the old guy, Gary, or the man directly in front of me. I knew him. I’d seen him before. Troy Bailey. Probably one of the deadliest, most ruthless crime bosses in the city. “Five million and you end the bidding right now,” he commanded, his voice still cold and calm. I stared right into Troy’s golden eyes. He captured me with his gaze, pinning me in place. There was no denying that he was a good-looking man. From the perfect, angular cut of his jaw, to his straight nose, high cheekbones and full, almost pouty lips.

"I have no idea when Troy will attack, but I have my men handling that. What matters to me is the cure and I want to storm his pace and take it." Chayton rubbed his chin in thought. "Have you confirmed if he has it?" My brows furrowed and a moment of panic punctured my confidence. Who would make a poison and not also make the antidote? "I didn't confirm but I assumed-" "Ahhh." Chayton said, rising to his feet and wagging his forefinger. "When it comes to Troy, you don't assume. I have been unfortunately acquainted with him for years, and I learnt the hard way that Troy is a viper that cannot be underestimated."

He stared at me for a few moments, probably debating, before he suddenly spoke again, “I’m sorry...I can’t.” He mumbled in a saddened tone, lowering his gaze. “Why not?” I shouted in disbelief, feeling also slightly annoyed. “Because I can’t...” He bluntly replied, still looking down. “Why? Because you think I’ll run away? Yeah, like I could actually do that...” I muttered, rolling my eyes, “I mean, have you even looked at me? I’m half of your size-no wait, not half, actually a QUARTER of your size! Do I really look like I could outrun you?” I shouted outraged, throwing my hands in the air.

The next two weeks flew by in wedding prep. Then I caught Troy on the news—and yeah, he still wasn't over it. It was supposed to be some big entrepreneur interview, but only the first half aired. Troy looked straight into the camera. Said he missed me. "Belinda Beaumont, you're the only person I've ever loved. I screwed up. I know I made you mad, but can you give me another chance? I looked into everything—the whole misunderstanding. I'll fire whoever caused it. Just... come back."

He dragged me through the crowd before I could argue and stopped in front of a tall guy leaning against the bar. “This,” Marcus announced proudly, “is Troy.” Troy. He was older and probably went to another college maybe, with dark curls falling into his eyes and a smirk that looked permanent. His gaze shifted to me slowly, like he was taking his time on purpose. “And you must be Stephen,” he said. His voice was low, smooth. I gave him a tight nod. “Yeah.” “Troy’s into design and PR,” Marcus added unnecessarily. “He helped with the promo stuff for the event and he goes to our school but he is a senior."

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

“It can be. That’s good information. Are his people the same way?” “Mostly.” Kent responds. “His beta, and I use the term loosely, is a man named Tyler Lorch. Big muscles, tiny brain. He tends to beat people up and throw himself into his work. Tyler and everyone in the pack do whatever Rollo says. Don’t worry about taking notes. I have files on the Olympic Howlers that you’re welcome to pore through.”