Troy Bolton Novels & Stories

The elevator finally arrived in the lobby, pulling me back to the present. As the doors opened, I heard someone call my name. "Maya! Hold the elevator!" I glanced over my shoulder. Troy was jogging across the lobby, looking like he'd just come from a meeting—button-down shirt, slacks, none of his usual dramatic fashion choices. He slipped in just before the doors closed. "Jesus Christ." He looked me up and down. "You look like shit." I didn't respond, just hit the button for my floor. The elevator lurched upward.

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

"Leo, you can't go home till you take a crap. You have to eat something for that to happen." Leo snarled as KK lifted the spoon to his mouth again. "You eat it, I'll wait for Carter." KK sighed and gave up, sliding backwards in his chair. "Whatever." The door opened and a tall, athletic man stepped inside. KK instantly was on guard but then he remembered Carter had told him some one was coming. "And you are?" The man walked over, bowing his head. "Carter should have told you I was coming. I am Flynn Cottrell."

Braxton said and brought his hand forward to shake Troy's. "You are the popstar!" Troy said and chuckled then glanced at Alicia. "It is very nice to see you at a charity event, Braxton. I am Troy Shen and she is my woman the well known billionaire businesswoman; Alicia Young. Alicia plastered a soft smile on her face as Troy introduced her to Braxton. "It is nice to meet you, Braxton." She said, Braxton's eyes found hers and she shuddered inwardly. The promise in those Amber orb was more than she could read.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He looks the least intimidating in the group, maybe because he’s the youngest. “I’m not a kid!” Eugene retaliated but Leila continued teaser him by ruffling his hair. “Hi.” Eugene greeted Chris shortly after getting away from Leila. “You’re so boring. Anyway, this is Troy, Troy Ivan. Don’t be scared at him, that’s his resting face plus he’s just shy.” Chris perfectly understood why Leila put a disclaimer for Troy. The man is well built. A man you would be scared to approach. Troy gave a small smile, “We’re sorry that we didn’t make it through the wake. We still had to finish some important business overseas.” He explained.

"The man you knew as Aaron was one-hundred percent Troy. I've met Aaron, the little prick. He's worthless. Had he been the one with you in Valoria, well, you'd have been the one trying to get Aaron out of Valoria, not the other way around." I couldn't help but smile at that. The real Aaron had been kind of a wuss when we met as children. Perhaps Keaton was right and I would've been trying to run the real Aaron out of town if he'd been my breeder instead of Troy. "How long have you known Troy?" Keaton looked at me for a moment, deciding whether or not he wanted to tell me anything of substance about his friend. He shrugged, pursing his lips. "Troy joined our band when he was six."

The warrior priest said flatly, "Dying under my technique, the Eternal Thunderstorm, was his fate. If he were an ordinary person, he'd be nothing but ashes. That he retained his physical form is already a miracle." Jasmine pursed her lips, and glared at him. "Who are you?" "This is Bolt Thornton, Emeritus Grandmaster of Thundercloud Guild!" At that moment, Leo arrived at the scene. Seeing this spectacle, he couldn't help but feel elated. Bolt truly lived up to his title as the elder of Thundercloud Guild. With just one move, he had surpassed a person's limits. Frederick had easily defeated Leo, but he was no match for Bolt.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma