Troy Movie Cast Novels & Stories

I ask him. “You lost a lot of blood, Tana. Both Kenna and I had to heal you. Plus I have no idea what they injected you with.” I hear him swallow hard. “I almost lost you.” I wrap my arms around him more tightly. "I'm right here." I tell him, holding onto him while we both take comfort in being back together. “Did you catch them?” “Not all of them. Troy got away.” “He’s not the mastermind like we thought he was.” I tell him.

“What a picnic without chocolate-covered strawberries, right?” I blinked. “Did you just quote Zac Efron on High School Musical 3?” I remembered Troy, the character played by Zac, said the exact same thing to Gabriella when he came to her house with margarita pizza for a picnic. “Wait, did you copy Troy’s idea for a picnic?!” “What?” He sounded innocent but I knew he was struggling to keep the guilt from showing on his face. Despite everything else, I laughed. “Dear Mendes, you so did!” I wiped off a tear that escaped from one corner of my eye. “Well, maybe not the wine since Troy didn’t have that in his picnic.”

“You weren’t hurt?” “It was a bomb, Quinn. It tore me to shreds.” “But…you’re okay now, right?” I had to ask, even though I could see for myself that he was all right. I needed to hear him say it. “Yes.” “And the others? Mario and Tony.” Troy shook his head and swallowed hard. “They didn’t make it.” My heart tore from my body. “No. If I just listened and got in the car.” “This one is not on you,” Troy said. “It’s on me. I told them to wait for me. I couldn’t get out…I had Caroline, and everyone was going apeshit…” he sighed and disappeared from view. A chair scraped across the floor as he sat down.

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."

A girl whispered something to her friend, and her friend turned to stare. My steps slowed. Everyone was looking behind me. I stopped walking and then slowly turned around. The massive television screen mounted on the lounge wall had come to life. The lights in the room seemed to dim around it, or maybe that was just my vision tunneling. The crowd noise faded to a strange, distant hum. Troy was on the screen. I recognized him instantly. The blond hair, the set of his shoulders, the way he tilted his head when he kissed someone. He was kissing someone.

"Help, help, someone is trying to kidnap me." ... lol 😂 funny people. Looks like Troy is falling in love with Aurora😍 Please drop your comments and review this story.

Troy let out a long sigh as his car came to a stop in front of the famous advertising company's building. He got out of the car and walked confidently toward the main entrance. Everyone he encountered greeted him warmly. Who didn't know Troy Peterson? The handsome actor who had never been rumored to be in a serious relationship with any woman, especially not within the entertainment industry. But recently, there had been talk of his marriage to a widow who was the CEO of a fairly large company.

Troy pressed the number two button before putting the phone to his ear. “Clement,” he said coldly. “I have Keegan standing here with me in my hospital. Yes, with your daughter and granddaughter, who I am treating.” He remained quiet as he listened to Clement on the other end. I could hear Clement’s frantic voice drifting from the speaker. Troy’s face remained composed for a moment before he grinned. He quickly told Clement the situation. There was silence on the other end once he was finished. Though I couldn’t hear his words, the low, grave quality was a clear enough warning.

"You're not well. We can help you—" "No one can help me." Troy steps towards me, chuckling as if he knows something that I don't, which he probably does. "I sent your fiancé and his cop friends on a wild goose chase." "What are—" He grins to himself, seeming satisfied. "I'm gonna take the one thing that matters to him most." He takes another step towards me. "His most carelessly left prized possession and who better than his wife? You see, Xavier has done a lot of cruel things to me in the past, so, you see, I'm not after you Zoey. I'm merely after his treasures."

He made Dylan undergo many changes, except for his green eyes. “Let’s focus on knowing who is now acting on behalf of Racar. Surely he has a puppet.” Tibor nodded again. He decided to leave and let Dylan and Alexander stay in the hospital. In a hospital room, Troy was smiling nonstop as he looked at their Young Master. He was happy that he got together with Dylan. Now he and Dante wouldn’t have a headache from dealing with them. The doctor came in a few minutes later to check on his wound. “Are you sure you’re okay now?” Alexander asked Troy. He wanted to be discharged that very day.