Zac Efron As Troy Bolton Novels & Stories

"I'm going to pick up my girlfriend. Why are you trying to tag along?" "I don't care. I'm the one who set you two up, and Zoey counts as my friend, too. If my friend's coming, I'm obviously showing up!" Troy kept his expression cold as he put some distance between himself and Logan. He walked out onto the balcony, closed the door, and spoke softly, "Babe, it's up to you. Do you want to see him?" Oh, my God, he was so good at this. I could barely handle it!

Grave asked in shock. "Bullsh*t! Brent Jimenez, are you gay?! We used to take baths at the same time when we were kids. How could you? I feel so betrayed. If I find out that you're lusting after my body, I'll beat the hell out of you. You should've told me sooner! Are you afraid that we won't accept the truth? You should've trusted us more. We will accept you regardless of your gender or preference. You shouldn't have exposed yourself in this way. Is this the reason you've never had an actual girlfriend?Is that why you only have flings since you're also a member of the federation of men with a woman's heart?!" Troy burst out. I know he's holding his stomach while laughing in his head.

He spat, "That filthy bitch! I trusted her completely, and this is how she repays me?" Lauren leaned against the desk, her tone sharp. "Before you start blaming her entirely, let me ask—are you sure you caught it from Ruby? Do you have any other… entanglements recently?" Troy swore on his life. "No one else! I swear, Ms. Rhodes, I'm one 100% certain. It was only Ruby—just that wretched woman!" Lauren crossed her arms, her expression unimpressed. "Mr. MacAfee, you really are a fool. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you married? And don't you have a kid in middle school? Yet here you are, running around with other women."

Now that I was fully healed, there was more than enough time to root the person out. "Oh, I think you'll speak, Christina," Zephyr replied. "Maybe I'll leave my buddy, Troy, here with you for a few minutes. Troy?" Troy stepped forward without speaking, his arms crossed behind him, face stoic as ever. He wasn't in his usual bodyguard suit and tie, but a tight black T-shirt, combat cargo pants, and heavy boots. He looked like danger.

"And Sarah convinced him to take a shower yesterday. Small victories." Small victories. That's what our lives had been reduced to—celebrating when Lake managed basic self-care, when the kids went an hour without crying, when Ollie's vitals stayed stable for more than a few hours. "Troy wanted to see Lake," Elena continued. "He's been asking about him, worried about him. I think—I think Troy feels guilty. For what happened." "It wasn't Troy's fault," I said immediately. "He tried to protect them. Got stabbed trying to protect them."

Troy was quiet for a moment, something working behind his eyes, before he took a small step forward. "I was actually wondering if we could talk for a mo—" "Sweetheart," Alana said, turning and extending her hand toward Roman without even finishing listening to Troy's sentence. Roman took it immediately, moving to stand beside her in one smooth step. "Meet Troy Hauler," Alana said pleasantly, leaning into Roman's side like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Troy, this is my fiancé. Roman Ashford. I am sure you know the name."

Leaning across the large chest, the little boy stretched his arms out and opened and closed his hands. “Oof! Oof!” Setting his son on the ground, Wyatt scratched the big German shepherd behind his ear. “Be nice to Oof. Teuf. Sorry, buddy.” “He’ll get over it,” Celeste said, wrapping her arms around his waist as Wyatt stood back up. “Troy, this is my wife, Celeste. Troy is here to see Electra. He’s her brother.” Wyatt said and she held out a hand. “We’re very different from your pack.” Celeste smiled. “We are a very diverse pack.”

Bryan frowned and narrowed his eyes as he watched his Beta. “I know a woman there. She had a lot of information to share,” Jeffrey said with a sly grin appearing on his face. “Isn’t Troy known for his playboy ways?” Jeffrey nodded his head. “If being a playboy was a sport, Troy would be their captain.” “Let’s send Troy a few presents. Order the selected Omegas to seduce Troy by any means possible. Reese won’t stand by while the fucking bastard cheats on her. I can’t let Reese leave my territory or I could lose everything,” Bryan said.

"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."

I went to give him mine, but Jacob stepped ahead of him and gave him his. "I'm Jacob Reynolds, Miss Doctor's fiancé, nice to meet you "I'm Damian Bolton, the doctor now in charge of your case. The two of them stared, their looks were defiant, I didn't understand if it was that Jacob felt threatened by the doctor's profile, but for me, that was the least of it, because I only had eyes for my beloved future husband, in front of me, ten thousand more men could stand, all more beautiful than the previous ones, and I swear that I would not change the night I met the love of my life.