Troy Vandegraff Novels & Stories

“Hey, can I join?” David’s eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the man who had just approached him. “Who are you?” “Raffy ordered me to take you home, and you’re already drunk.” Troy is lying. David grinned before looking at the man’s chest. The three buttons on his full sleeves were open so he could see the beautiful view. He put his arm around him and stood up. "Let's have fun!” Troy almost dragged the man, who was almost cradled up. He made sure that his face would not be seen on the CCTV, even if he had hacked the surveillance camera.

"You're not well. We can help you—" "No one can help me." Troy steps towards me, chuckling as if he knows something that I don't, which he probably does. "I sent your fiancé and his cop friends on a wild goose chase." "What are—" He grins to himself, seeming satisfied. "I'm gonna take the one thing that matters to him most." He takes another step towards me. "His most carelessly left prized possession and who better than his wife? You see, Xavier has done a lot of cruel things to me in the past, so, you see, I'm not after you Zoey. I'm merely after his treasures."

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.

They walked outside, and Kendall said, “I was stupid, and I hope you can forgive me.” Instead of responding, he grabbed her upper arms, pulled her toward him, and kissed her on the lips. Troy sat on the steps of the apartment building, waiting for his ride. He’d brought his drumsticks with him and practiced his movements, tapping on his backpack, which was in between his knees. “Hey, dude! I like your technique.” Troy looked up to see Cort walking toward him, grinning at him. “Thanks, man,” Troy said, stopping and grinning back. “Got to keep my beat up, you know? I don’t want to get rusty.”

Was he related to Fitzgerald Hale? “Here, let me introduce you. The bald man here is Master Fay and the guy with a mustache over there is Master Tanner. All three of us have taken a fancy to your territory. If you’re smart, you’ll give it up to us obediently and we’ll leave your miserable life alone.” Troy was dejected. If Philip were not behind him, he would probably have yielded but with Philip behind him, Troy would grit his teeth and stand firm to the end. “Master Hale, Master Fay, and Master Tanner, ever since I embarked on this path, I never thought that I would end well. So today, no matter what, I have to fight you,” Troy said.

"This doesn't feel real. How could someone I've respected since childhood suddenly stab me in the back? Besides, that company is a family business. Grandpa is also a shareholder there." After taking a deep breath, Troy spoke while staring blankly at the ceiling. "If it weren't Grandpa, I would have taught that person a lesson. But this... ugh!" Troy seemed frustrated, clutching his own hair. "So what's your next plan?" Diego asked as he began packing up the laptop. He didn't want anyone else to see the data.

I huffed. Luna Margie took a step forward. “Don’t be like that, Frankie. I supported what you did out there, and you’d be surprised by how many others did as well. Troy attempted to cheat for a false victory to save his ego. That is not someone who has honour, and is not a warrior we want to rely on in battle. Many warriors witnessed what happened, and I suspect they have lost a great deal of trust and respect for him as a result of his actions. You, however, have earned quite a bit today. You defended yourself against someone who had an extreme advantage, and you were the one who walked away after the match. He was dragged away, despite it all. Be proud of that, because I am.” Her words lef

"When it comes to Troy, you don't assume. I have been unfortunately acquainted with him for years, and I learnt the hard way that Troy is a viper that cannot be underestimated." I saw reason in what the Alpha said so I nodded. "I have someone that can help me confirm and I can give you feedback within a few days." I said, silently hoping I could rely on Tyler. "There's no need for that," Chayton said, causing me to glance at Tyler. "What do you mean?" "Follow me." Chayton said, immediately passing us and heading for the exit. I automatically fell in line, speeding up to match his strides. "After Troy was banished from his land, by the way you should thank your mate for that. He came back a y

Troy was involved all along. How did I never see that? All this time, I never thought to examine why Troy was there that night, waiting in the wings. My mind races, and I open my mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Before we did this, Chase let me in on something else Rob had mentioned to him; the reason behind Alpha Vaughn’s suspicion of Troy. Apparently, my stepdad had made more than one play to obtain pack rank for himself in the past and was repeatedly passed over. Vaughn speculated that after Troy’s own failures, he’d likely project that onto his son, and given how close Chase and I were, he probably saw the writing on the wall; that I’d be selected for pack rank over Spencer. And i

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.