Troy Otto Novels & Stories

“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.

At first, he only wanted to use Troy to ridicule Alex and suppress him for a while. To his surprise, now that Troy was dead, he was going to get into big trouble! “H-how dare you kill him? W-why didn’t you ask who he is first? He’s the eldest son of the Lomax family, Troy Lomax, the son of the martial grandmaster, Brayden Lomax. Now that you’ve killed him, you’re going to be in deep trouble!” Justin looked hideous, yet he stared at Freya terrifyingly, as if he was looking at a monster.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

We all walked back toward my registration table. I bent over the papers and sifted through everything until I found the one for the Koenigsegg. I held it up. “The driver is Troy Quimby.” Charlie stuck her tongue out. “Ew, the creepy guy.” I nodded. “Yeah, he was a sleaze ball.” Rick pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes closed. “Wait,” I said as realization dawned on me. “Is Troy Quimby Torq from LA?”

On the brighter side I hoped he was because he could stir off Leona. "Not at all." Nick added. "Not that there's anything wrong with being gay." "Addie said no so calm down boys." Jeremy said with a chuckle, his Texas accent not going unnoticed. "I have always wanted a buckle belt and go bull riding." I said out of the blue.

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.

But I grinned, and shook his hand. “I’m Troy,” I said, still trying to figure him out. Magic, definitely. He wasn’t too tall, about five inches shorter than me so just under six feet. He had long blonde hair, obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. He had weird tribal looking tattoos that seemed interesting. He had purple eyes, which I hadn’t even known was possible. But then again, everything about this school was the impossible. “Nice pile of bricks here. I guess it’s just us so far,” he asked, looking around.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

"As expected of one who managed to strike back against multiple enemies. Not only can you fight, but your mastery over your emotions isn't something the new generation in Grand City, who has enjoyed life so excessively, can compare to. Clarion has been poking the bear again and again. You're already showing us some respect by letting him live." The more Otto spoke to Harvey, the more impressed he was. Originally, he wanted to show off to Harvey. Yet, Harvey showed no shock and remained calm. Harvey's control over his emotions was something that even Otto didn't have in his youth. When he thought of that, his impression of Harvey improved even more. Harvey wasn't feeling too proud about it. I