Black Theodore Novels & Stories

Pushing the chair back with a thud, Theodore stormed towards the man who was watching him with an evil smirk. “Dylan Black. Who do you think you are? How dare you harass my girl?” He growled and lunged to hold his collar but a painful grunt left his mouth when Dylan kicked him in his shin making him fall flat on the floor. Theodore tried to get up when Elijah grabbed his collar and dragged him out. “WHAT THE HELL!! LEAVE ME!!”

Mr Taylor. He is there standing with Mr Lee, already staring down at me. As I scan down his outfit, I find him in a full sleeve t-shirt that is black in colour. The fabric seems thick. He wears hunter-green trousers and black boots to match the shirt. He looks awesome like always and I admire him with my dreamy eyes. And with that way of staring down at me like he wants to capture me with every angle, I find him hotter. For a moment, I glance down at myself, taking in the sight of my attire.

Hopelessness filled his heart, which grew colder and colder by the minute. At that point, his love for Rosalie seemed to be completely frozen. Was he still able to love her? Footsteps sounded next to him, and he saw a figure standing before him. It was a man wearing a black mask. The man crouched, and pinched Theodore’s chin. “Tsk, tsk. How pitiful. To think the great CEO of SK Enterprise would end up like this one day, so…weak.” Theodore lost too much blood, and didn’t even have the energy to speak. Looking up required much energy from him; he opened his mouth to try to speak, but ended up saying nothing.

He never was. Then, from the shadows, a figure stepped forward. Tall, dark, and surrounded by an aura of cold malice. Theodore. “You’ve come,” he said, his voice smooth, almost too calm. “I’ve been expecting you.” I stepped forward, positioning myself between him and Quinn. “This ends today, Theodore.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You think you can stop me? You’re nothing but pawns in a game that’s already been decided.”

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

We have been receiving threats from other ambitious alphas wanting to come and claim the king's seat. I am not about letting anyone take what rightfully belongs to me, to Richard my son. That is the only reason I had not killed that useless fool. Should anything thing happen to the king before I complete the rituals, then we are doomed. Richard left reluctantly slamming the door behind him, after giving a final suspicious look from Black to me, "I heard you were worried," Black said as he walked casually around the office. Black has very strong and intimidating personality traits. He is tall with even-toned abs that have been heavily adorned in tattoos. every nerve in his body seems to flex

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

A man wearing a black tailcoat was walking steadily. He was walking towards a person sitting on a bronze chair with an eccentric design. The person was sitting while levering one of his legs on top of the other. And levering his right fist below his chin. On his face, was a mask with eyes. When the man arrived near that person, he downed on his knee and said: "My lord, looks like the Tadpole finally arrived in this place." Said the man in a tailcoat in a voice that full of respect towards the sitting person.

Theodore was almost halfway to the Casino Arielle's father owned, he was driving a black Lexus. He was clad in all black clutching tightly to the stirring wheel of the black Lexus, his eyes were glued to the night street. It was probably 9pm, the streets were still alive as people and cars roamed the streets, a mini hold up kept him from intentionally driving past a few traffic lights and getting to Arielle's quicker. Theodore replayed Delilah's and his conversation they had a few days ago except he imagined they had the conversation in his car, the moment he made a stop at a traffic lights the voice in his head kept asking,

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.