Troy Bolton Novels & Stories

I blush as Tate helps me rebalance. I’ve been drooling over the Alpha and the Beta lately, I hadn’t noticed how hot Tate is. He is a good bit taller than me, but most were. He had dirty blonde hair that was curly on top but his sides were shaved short and his bulky muscles were all but hidden in his black t-shirt.

“Well, did Argent tell you anything about our family? What was in that envelope you gave me to give to my mate?” His head perked up at the word ‘ours’ and he stuttered a little, “Uh, no. He said I had to do my job before I got any information. And I’m not exactly sure what was in it. Argent just said that I had to give it to you.” I sighed and sat back down on top of a big paint bucket, trying not to fall, “Well, my name is Tyler. My parents are Jamie and Anna. I have two older siblings, Tallon and Benjamin. He goes by Benny. Tallon has three little girls and they are the coolest kids you’ll ever meet,” I smiled at him as his eyes looked at me in wonder, “Daddy is a crazy redneck who likes

Baylor POV When we walked through the door of the conference room ’Shammus’ started chanting again as the staring guy came forward with his hand extended to shake mine. “Baylor, good to see you. I am Clive Kelly and this is Phineas Brody my best friend as you would say. The other fellows here are Fergus, Aidin, and Arthur,” Clive said as introductions. “This is Kenneth Goldberg and Mitchum Averman, my best friends.”

"This shit's gotta be celebrated," Troy stated, grinning from ear to ear. He stood up and proceeded to clamber onto the bench, knocking Art's soda bottle off the table. "In honour of Fridays and Ever and Lee's patch up, we're gonna play...PAINTBALL!" He punched the air with his fist, and when we didn't react, he looked down at us with the disappointment of a brown dad whose kid can't solve a math problem. "You guys are on a different level of buzzkilling," he sulked, sliding down to his seat.

It seemed like he was upholding a fair fight, but anyone with a keen eye could tell he already picked a side. He had no sense of kindness. He was planning to force the Patel and Hermit Families to their deaths. Azrael Bolton stood up before cracking his neck. “It’s been a while since I’ve exchanged blows with another person. I’ll handle the next fight.” Everyone else was shocked after hearing those words. “You can’t, Mr. Bolton!” exclaimed Saul Robbins. “You’re an important figure of the Hermit Families! You have the leading role tonight! “You can’t just do this on your own!”

I was just… tired. A guy approached me on the dance floor. Brown hair, friendly smile, athletic build. I recognized him from earlier—he had been sitting with Calvin. Troy. “Hey,” he said, leaning in so I could hear him over the music. “I’m Troy. Calvin’s friend. Want to dance?” I shook my head at first. “I’m good, thanks.” He smiled, not pushy but persistent. “Come on, just one song. You look like you could use some fun after exams.”

Troy pulled out his phone and made a call. Before long, a man who looked to be in his fifties walked over. "What's the matter, Troy? Why did you make me rush over?" the man grumbled, sounding a bit annoyed. "Mr. Scott, I've made a huge discovery! That boy, Andro Cunningham, is about to test his combat power, and I want you to witness it!" Troy exclaimed excitedly. Mr. Scott was about to blow his top, thinking, 'What's so special about a boy measuring his combat power?'

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She answered “What about the other one?”I asked about the second member of the Daleton Boys. “Oh, his name is Ivanovo Daleton. Ivan is the smart one and the star athlete out of the three of them. He plays basketball and his family owns Daleton prep.” “Wow, does he like have any famous sibling too?” I asked very much curious about them. “Not really, he has two brothers but they’re in middle school”. She answered. “He mentioned having a girlfriend, do you know who she is?”

Chapter 107 Enzo ''I'm so sorry...'' Troy Byers stammered as he knelt before me, his face drenched with tears. ''I didn't know you were Mr. L. Carter. I...'' he faltered, his lips quivering. ''I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter...'' ''Stand up...'' I commanded, rising from my seat and straightening my suit before approaching him. Yet, Troy stayed on his knees, bowed his head, and grasped at my legs when I finally got closer to him. ''I'll do anything, everything, just to remain in your company. Please don't fire me, Mr. Carter, please!''