Troy Otto Novels & Stories

I retorted to Lincoln but he just shook his head as if he wasn’t convinced by what I just told him. "Do you still remember about the Trojan War that I told you before?" Lincoln asked me causing me to raise my eyebrows at him because I don't know why he's asking me about the Trojan war. "Yeah! I still remember it all too well, Lincoln." I respond to him. How can I forget about it? I was so fascinated when Lincoln told me about the Trojan war that until now, I can still remember everything about it. Lincoln told me that during the Trojan war, a Trojan horse or a huge wooden horse was built and used by the Greeks to enter the city of Troy. The Greeks constructed the Trojan horse and hid a selec

Although he hardly ever worries about the consequences of his actions he is surprisingly considerate of his friends' feelings and insecurities. And lastly, Troy has a shaved head and a pair of golden brown eyes which led many to mistake him as a delinquent. He is average in height which is a bit shorter than Karl and has a lean, but strong build. He tends to make intimidating faces to try to scare others. He is Nelson’s partner-in-crime and best friend. After a long introduction to each other, they finally went to the Eseguerras' house.

Hey, Ava," Troy calls; I smile at him. "I'm sorry I failed you," he says. " I should have gotten you out of here ages ago; the boss is crazy." Troy is my oldest friend. He was studying medicine when Mario took me. Troy discontinued his studies to join the cartel and look out for me. " It's not your fault," He sits beside me and holds my hands.

Troy’s POV Troy stood in his office and looked out of the window at the glittering lake that sparkled as the sun rose over the horizon. His pack lands were the largest in the continental US and in a few days he would have the added strength of a Luna. He’d been the sitting Alpha for five years minus the two years he’d spent at the Royal Pack when his father had stepped in as acting Alpha with Drake by his side. He’d never regretted the time spent with the King and it wasn’t public knowledge what he’d done there but warriors talked among themselves and word got out about his exploits, the battles he’d fought and the warriors he’d trained there.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

“He seems to have so much resources too.” “Troy had a modest family inheritance, yes,” Beck muttered. “But faking a death, getting the gala tickets to be able to attend, hiring orderlies, hiring escape drivers to wait at the warehouse district when he was bleeding out, evading the police, and setting up nationwide media campaigns? That takes a lot of money and an entire network of professional contacts. Troy was a socially awkward, insecure nerd back then. How does he have this kind of power now?”

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Parting away, he spoke gently, ‘’don’t stress,’’ Don’t stress. His exact words. Now that he was standing behind Miles’ cabin, he understood why Sophia was stressing so much. How can you not be worried when your brother is someone like Miles Syde? Troy had always thought that all the Sydes had the power of intimidation in their blood. Even Sophia could be scary when she wanted to be. With a deep breath, he knocked on the tinted doors. ‘’It’s Troy,’’ he shouted a little. ‘’Come in,’’ a faint reply sounded, allowing Troy to open the door and step inside the huge cabin of his boss.

"Leo, you can't go home till you take a crap. You have to eat something for that to happen." Leo snarled as KK lifted the spoon to his mouth again. "You eat it, I'll wait for Carter." KK sighed and gave up, sliding backwards in his chair. "Whatever." The door opened and a tall, athletic man stepped inside. KK instantly was on guard but then he remembered Carter had told him some one was coming. "And you are?" The man walked over, bowing his head. "Carter should have told you I was coming. I am Flynn Cottrell."

It had taken me long enough to get past her suspicions the first time. "Rainer Maxwell, good to see you," a voice boomed. I turned around and had my hand crushed in a vice-like shake. "Otto. I didn't expect to see you here," I said. The former Hyperion head of security clapped me on the shoulder and finally released my aching hand. "I could say the same about you." "I'm just wondering how Tasha got Stan Eastman to set up shop in Oakland," I said. Otto chuckled.