Troy Movie Quotes Achilles Novels & Stories

The girls faltered as they stared up at the heaving behemoth behind me. Achilles's eyes were hard as he glared at the people in front of me with so much anger that his body was physically shaking. His voice was low as he gritted out, "You must really be idiots to think you could get away with hurting my wife without me knowing. Calling her a whore and shaming her in front of everyone." "W-we were—" Cutting her off without a single care, Achilles abruptly called out, "BENEDICT! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

Troy is just a memory that will never come back. Lucien throws a vase, smashing the last complete mirror far away. Glass chips are scattered all over the ground. Lucien hugs Nina's waist and pulls away.

"I sabotaged the Henderson grant. I destroyed your little foundation's credibility. I did it." Alex stepped forward—those protective instincts I wasn't sure I wanted anymore—but Troy's laugh stopped him cold. "Poor Alex," Troy said, not looking away from me. "Always trying to rescue someone. Must be exhausting." "Why?" The word came out smaller than I intended. "Troy, why would you—" "Why?" He tilted his head, studying me like I was a fascinating specimen. "You really want to know?" I nodded, though part of me was screaming to run.

“Are you afraid now Cassie? Once Achilles' memories return…” “You are over."

"And dramatic. But mostly stubborn." I glare at him, the reaction almost automatic. "I’m not dramatic." He lifts a brow. "You stormed out into a full-on war zone like a tragic heroine in a gothic novel, twice—so yeah, I’m gonna say you are." Valentine tenses, still holding me. "Achilles." His tone is low, warning. "What? It’s true." Achilles gestures vaguely with the apple. "I get it. Guilt. Trauma. But none of us are making it out of this alive if we sit here wallowing in self-loathing."

Troy motioned for silence, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space. Then, we saw him. A tall, imposing figure stood at the center of the room, his back to us. He held a small, trembling boy—Nathan—in his grip. “Welcome, Alpha Troy,” the man sneered, turning to face us. His eyes gleamed with malice. “You’ve come to save the boy, I presume?” Troy stepped forward, his voice cold and commanding. “Let him go. This ends now.” The man chuckled darkly. “You’re so much like your father—arrogant and blind. Do you even understand what you’re fighting against? This isn’t just about a boy or a book. This is about power, legacy, and control.”

) I ordered. (Yes, we will hide and wait until your word.) Troy assured me. (Now, how are you really?) Dad gushed. (I'm scared, Dad) I admitted. (I know you are. We all are. You are so brave my princess. I'm so proud of you) he replied (We are all proud of you. You are doing so well. Let us help you now, okay sis?) Troy added. (Okay. Thank you all. Please give Lance and Creed my love and thank all our allies.) I said after taking a deep breath.

“You two… always yelling.” “Because you’re always reckless!” I shot back, my throat burning. “Always putting yourself in front of the bullets like you’re invincible! You’re not invincible, Achilles!” His eyes closed, his chest stuttering. “No!” I slapped his cheek lightly, panic rising like a flood. “Open your eyes! Right now!” “Achilles!” Xiomar bellowed, his voice raw, tearing at the edges. “Don’t you dare fucking die in this car!”

Tears formed in my eyes and freely streamed down my chin as I blinked them away, lowering my head. Zedex slightly turned around, pouting his lip. Even with those masks glued on that side of his scarred face, he still looked dangerously handsome. His gaze swayed across everyone's face and finally fixed on Troy, who composed himself and tightened his grip around me again. “What do you say?“ Troy's voice was firm and challenging. Without hesitation, “Kill her!” He repeated. It felt like a sharp snow digger was stabbing my chest, sending chills down my bones as my bones weakened.

I was supposed to be feeling important. The unease in Troy's smile was subtle, but I immediately caught on. I was sitting on the arm of a jet black armchair, and when Troy sat down on it, it dipped a little, making me wobble. He held two mugs full of a yellowish liquid, and offered me one. I sighed. "You guys keep forgetting that I don't drink." "And you keep forgetting Mama Richards has a huge stash of apple juice," Troy said funnily. A small burst of laughter erupted from my mouth as I graciously accepted the mug. "Thanks, dumbass."