Troy Vandegraff Novels & Stories

I was setting up my materials when someone dropped dramatically into the chair beside my workstation. "So you're the infamous Maya Russo." The man who spoke was perhaps thirty-five, with carefully styled copper hair and a silk scarf artfully draped around his neck despite the warm studio. "I've been dying to meet you." "Just Maya is fine," I replied, continuing to unpack my supplies. "I'm Troy LeGrand, accessories lead." He extended a manicured hand. "And I must say, that collar piece is absolutely savage. Did you forge it yourself?" "Yes." "In your apartment?"

“I am no coward.” “You’re a coward who sells out his own, and for what? A few dollars? Do you think they care about you? They’ve been using you. Using you to get to us. Tana told me you aren’t even the brains of the operation. Some human scientist is. What did you have to give him in order for him to let you live, Troy? Your blood? Your DNA? Your very soul?” “Shut up! I’m in charge here. I’ve always been in charge.”

Troy offered me a small smile. Before I dealt with the elephant in the room, I needed to know something else first. “Why don’t you tell me why you are really here?” I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. Vianne watched the exchange between us. When Troy only shrugged, I stalked toward him. “Cut the bullshit. Compared to the way you acted before what I saw downstairs, I refuse to believe in a complete turnaround. Tell me why you agreed to help Vianne out. There has to be something in it for you.”

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.

What am I doing here? Questions flooded my mind with no answers. Where is Felix? Where’s Barbra? Where is the rest of the Wade family? “Mia? Hey… what’s going on?” Troy asked gently, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “You seem confused. Is something wrong?” I looked at him, still stunned. The last time I saw Troy was in 2012. But this is 2020. How is he even here? Back then, he left for the United States to study Business Administration. His father had insisted he take over the LeVert Empire one day.

“Always yours.” No rings. No trophies. Just two people who’d walked through hell and chosen each other in the light. His trophy. His war. Hers now.

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.

"However, don’t forget about Troy's background!" Troy Wenkebach was Cloudtop Academy’s previous number one genius. He was the grandson of a very powerful being in the Fighters' Alliance. Apart from his handsome appearance, his background was unparalleled. Needless to say, he was also the common dream of tons of ladies of Cloudtop Academy. Lucas looked at Troy. He could not comprehend why there were always so many scumbags who wanted to seek trouble with him? 'He is just a Rank 7 Evolved One. He really doesn’t know his place.'

When I concluded the basketball program, the few weeks before school resumed, I spent most of my time at Troy's house. Troy is a basketball player on our school team. I won't say we're friends exactly but we're cool. Troy is a bit reserved compared to the other players on the team. He doesn't drink alcohol or attend parties. He's also the only player with the most impressive grades. My grades aren't bad, neither are they impressive but they are good enough to keep me playing basketball. My dad would lose it if I flunked school even at the expense of basketball. The other players are pretty average or just trying to keep up.

“Strict Necessaire. Taryn Mitchell's place. Word on the street is that Ivory Clause is looking at it to be her Vegas exclusive for her high-end women's line.” I lean back in my chair, racking my brain. “Is she that gorgeous girl with the long auburn hair? Willowy body? Tall?” I never really cared because I like my women petite with killer curves. She's more my brother Reagan's type. He always seemed to date dancers. He's a hot shot lawyer in NYC now, and I'm sure he's found himself a Broadway performer to warm his bed that probably looks a lot like Taryn. Troy nods. “Yup. That's her. Need me for anything? Otherwise, I'm going to go hit the floor and see what's happening today since it appear