Troy Otto Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Troy was a designer, so he dressed fashionably. He didn't clean himself up during the days he was looking after Avery. Therefore, his golden hair was a mess, and he looked like an ungroomed Husky. "Can't believe you're joking right now, Avery. Look at how unlucky you are." "How am I unlucky? I'm still alive, so I think I'm lucky." Troy snorted. "It wasn't easy to look for someone who was willing to donate a kidney that matches yours. "Who knew that such an accident would happen?"

There had to be ways we could gain an upper hand. Names of trusted contacts flashed through my mind, the kind of people who knew how to work around people like Shane and Lucciano. We’d need a backup plan, too—a way to exit cleanly if things went sideways. Then there was Troy. How could we use him to our advantage? His addiction, his desperation, the debts he owed. His whole history was a loaded weapon if we wielded it right. He’s burned so many bridges already—would he turn against Shane if it meant saving his own skin? I doubted it would be that easy, but he’d definitely consider it if he felt desperate enough.

My heart leapt to see Troy, but what kind of twisted karma brought Rocco here? At least he stayed in the car whilst Troy and Jacob leapt out. Both wore red and blue lumberjack shirts and jeans. Troy looked fresh off the catwalk as usual with that long hair and green eyes. Rocco…I tried not to notice but his built arms, more muscular than I remembered, were resting on the open window of the car. His olive skin looked sumptuous against a crisp white t-shirt.

> And Ian Greco, sitting front row with his phone ready to capture whatever disaster he'd orchestrated. _*]:min-w-0"> Otto stood in the center of the ring, his normally rumpled appearance replaced by training clothes and determined expression. He looked like someone who'd spent the night convincing himself that violence was the only solution. _*]:min-w-0"> "Last chance to back out," I told him. "We can talk through this like adults instead of fighting." _*]:min-w-0"> "I tried talking. You lied. So now we fight." _*]:min-w-0">

“And it looks like she got tangled up with the Brona too. At least that worked to get the raw material cheaper. Did you see how sexy she is? That’s how she convinces any Alpha...” “Hey, keep your voice down. What if the Patriarch hears us?” “Gentlemen,” I said loudly as I stepped out of the little pantry. I watched their lewd faces with satisfaction. I might be just an Omega, but now I was Lorenzo Greco’s Omega. “M... ma’am,” the one who’d called me a whore said. “We didn’t know you were there.” “I noticed you didn’t,” I said, then glanced at the name tag on his suit. “Careful what you say, Roberto, because you can lose a lot more than your job over an offense like this.”

Erin and Troy will sometimes come into my room to do homework or study if it's really hot and we don't want to pay for the air conditioner. Sometimes we also set up Troy's projector to play a movie on my wall while we all sit on my bed. Even with the lockdown, Erin has a final next week, and with our mini heatwave this weekend, she spent most of Saturday in my room, nose in a book. I usually don't mind when Troy or Erin spend all day studying in my room. I find both of them quite cute, actually. Troy is 5'11", skinny-ripped from his martial arts, short cropped blonde hair (before quarantine, now it's a bit shaggy), and he's got a Renaissance Man streak which makes him always fun to talk to.

God, I wish she would have just listened to me. As I pursued Dash’s scent, I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing with anticipation. Every step brought me closer to finding him, and the thought of finally catching up to him filled me with a sense of pride and purpose. However, I knew that merely following his trail wouldn’t be enough to track him down. I needed to shift into my wolf form to get a more accurate location. As I reached the outskirts of Portland, I found a secluded spot where no one could see me and began to transform. My bones shifted and twisted, stretching as I grew fur, claws, and fangs. Soon, I stood on all fours, fully transformed into a sleek and powerful red wolf. With

Ryder frowns at Troy who simply smiles. “I’ve decided to become a cop,” Troy declares. “I’ve…I’ve been lost all my life but all this made me realize that I want to help those who have been wronged by people like Vincent. So, I’ll help in catching the criminals. Jim here is helping me study as well.” “The kid is smart!” Jim gleefully says. “He’ll get in.” After a lot of celebration and cheers, Ronan forced everyone to go home. Only Scarlett remains with Ryder to stay with him. Ryder can see the dark circles under her eyes and that she’s extremely tired.

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.