Troy Vandegraff Novels & Stories

“You had the opportunity and what did you do? You tried to blackmail her for money. Like the small-minded worm you are.” “I’m sorry!” Troy tried to curl into a ball, but his broken ribs made him cry out. “I don’t know how her rich boyfriend found out. I was careful, I swear!” “Careful?” I laughed. “You weren’t careful at all. You underestimated Gavin Cross. You thought because you had a video, you had power. But you don’t understand power, Troy. You never did.” “Give me one more chance,” he begged, actually crying now. “Please. I’ll get what you need. I’ll do exactly what you say. I’ll… ”

Everyone turned their attention to the direction it came from. "I'm not underestimating any of you but if you really think you can kill off Ashley Elsher, then you're severely mistaken!" The boy said, his fingers tapping away on his laps. His identity amazed them. Troy Vegas who was known as a powerful witch. His powers were said to be on par with that of Taylor but as the two had never fought before, it remained unconfirmed. Troy was known for his classes which made him look like a hot need and he had a habit of wiping them clean when delivering something important.

he pointed at my hair. “It's silver,” I corrected. “Regardless, we can always lie about your origin so it doesn't matter,” he shrugged. “It's your choice to trust me or not but I'm simply trying to help,” he said seriously. “Fine but if I think you're going to kill me or get me killed, I won't hesitate to unalive you,” I warned. “Yes, ma'am. I'm aware of your violent tendencies,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I'm Troy by the way,” he introduced himself.

It seems Troy has abandoned you, he knows defeat, any last words. His vampire look at me and said, "Fuck you and the Supremes," he heard growls and saw Ty and Drax in wolf form ready for the word. I changed into my midnight black wolf, King, who looked at him and he tried to run, dragging his left foot but the magic in the circle knocked him back as Drax dragged his foot pulling him back to the ring as he screamed in agony. He said with a pained face, "Just you, Aidan, just you," as tears formed in his eyes. He was barely able to stand as the wounds were not healing I told him, "Magic," and he said, "Not fair," I hit him knocking him back to the ground, Ty bit into his other leg and he growl

I implored. Top of Form Troy halted in his tracks and turned to face me. “Stop acting like you’re some kind of motivational speaker, Lauryn. You look foolish and childish yourself.” “We’re in a complex predicament, Troy. We can’t keep wandering aimlessly before we decide where to go. Remember the sacrifices made by Hayden and Daniel.” “This isn’t my concern.” Troy continued his way, ignoring me. I followed him persistently until I stumbled and the piece of wood I was using as a makeshift walking stick snapped, leaving a deep gash on the inside of my arm.

He dragged me through the crowd before I could argue and stopped in front of a tall guy leaning against the bar. “This,” Marcus announced proudly, “is Troy.” Troy. He was older and probably went to another college maybe, with dark curls falling into his eyes and a smirk that looked permanent. His gaze shifted to me slowly, like he was taking his time on purpose. “And you must be Stephen,” he said. His voice was low, smooth. I gave him a tight nod. “Yeah.” “Troy’s into design and PR,” Marcus added unnecessarily. “He helped with the promo stuff for the event and he goes to our school but he is a senior."

‎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,

“Devon wouldn’t do this. He—” Troy cut me off, stepping closer and placing a file down on the desk in front of me. “We just got this,” he said. “And I need you to face it.” Slowly, I reached forward, my hands trembling as I flipped the folder open. My breath caught in my throat. It was the same photo. A blurry image of a man, caught in the act of what looked like a secret exchange. The shadows obscured his features, but the shape, the stance—

The man standing in front of me didn't look like someone I've met before, from his outfit you could tell he was wealthy, nice watch, nice shoes, clean shaven. I repeated my question again..."who are you?" "Excuse my manners, my name is Coal," he brought his hand towards me for a hand shake, Coal? I go through my brain to think of anywhere I've heard that name before, he still had his hand stretch before me, I come out of my thought taking his hand as I introduced myself..."Odessa," I said as I gave him a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, he was a stranger standing in front of my door, or rather someone standing in front of my door who I didn't want to accept I was seeing.

"That makes me overjoyed for the pack, since they have hope to cling to. So let me say this. I left Gold Nation several years ago, and I tutored the Alpha's eldest son until then. His name is Andrew. He'll have grown up considerably since I last saw him, but I know some things about him will never change. He's ambitious, to a heavy fault. He'll never stop until he gets what he wants. But...this is your way in, because Andrew Troy also has a critical weakness you can exploit." A weakness? Something so debilitating it could let her pry her way into the Troy stronghold? "He is always scheming, and he is always looking to convert others to his side. Even if he has no immediate need of those alli