Troy Otto Novels & Stories

Troy pointed to a nearby café that wasn't too crowded. Sarah nodded. Troy took her hand and led her to the café. He couldn't believe Sarah had accepted him. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It was a feeling he had harbored for years, only expressing it tonight with unprecedented nervousness. Troy Peterson, a famous actor and CEO of a major company, who had spoken in front of many great people, was nervous and felt foolish in front of a woman named Sarah Joy Johnson. He smiled to himself, recalling the moment. "Want a hot cappuccino?" Troy asked, still holding her hand. They were now sitting at a table, facing each other, their hands clasped on the table.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

“Now, we need to focus on our mission here. From our observations since the past days, the high-ranked wolves should all be having their late night meeting by now. We should strike.” Troy said nothing, and judging from his reluctant body movement, I could sense something was bothering him so I asked with a sigh; “what is it this time?” He shook his head and was lost for words for a moment, but when he finally got the courage to speak, his voice came out soft and persuasive. Too soft for a beta with too much blood on his hands. “Do you really have to do this? She is your mother,” his voice is so sympathetic that I’d view him as a traitor this very moment, if not for the many years he’s been b

The only makeup she's wearing is mascara, giving her a naturally sultry look that I've always envied. The limo starts moving, and the partition goes up, effectively blocking Mike from eavesdropping. Janice passes around shot glasses and opens a bottle of tequila. "To the most epic birthday night ever. Even if we can't go to Club Zero, Oasis is still incredible." She fills my shot glass to the brim, and I down it, feeling the unpleasant burn in my throat. Oasis is the domain of all living creatures in the magical world and humans. But of course, we don’t know if we’re vibing with humans, not hunters.

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…

‎Troy Montgomery is the Smooth Operator of the duo, the one who handles the PR while Matt handles the executions. He is a golden-tongued viper in a charcoal-grey suit with eyes the color of cold bourbon, and sun-kissed honey brown hair that’s perfectly coiffed but just messy enough to suggest he treats every sexual demand like a high-stakes poker game, and if the price of the Southbank contract is a few hours of "throne room service," he’s already checking his watch to see how long it’ll take to close the deal. He isn't as sculpted as Matt, but he’s lean, and got a dimple on his left cheek that he uses like a weapon to charm women to split their secrets, and apparently 68-year-old empresses,

Now that I was fully healed, there was more than enough time to root the person out. "Oh, I think you'll speak, Christina," Zephyr replied. "Maybe I'll leave my buddy, Troy, here with you for a few minutes. Troy?" Troy stepped forward without speaking, his arms crossed behind him, face stoic as ever. He wasn't in his usual bodyguard suit and tie, but a tight black T-shirt, combat cargo pants, and heavy boots. He looked like danger.

I haven't a clue how many children are down there or what the hell were going to do with them but that can be figured out later. Once again, Tony takes the lead and within seconds we are out in the open and storming towards the door that the children have gone on to. The noise is deafening as the fight carries on around us. A loud growl rocks the earth beneath us causing me to get ready to defend my group only as I turn to face the sound I watch as a wolf is thrown in the air and crashes to the ground with the loudest thud and thats when I see that Shane was the one to kill him.