Black Theodore Novels & Stories

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

Like a block of human ice, and he seems to be out of it already. “General Brandon, that’s enough. Let the building burn,” Theo orders. However, Brandon only growls in answer. “Brandon!” Brandon takes his hands off the ground. He stands up and faces Theo. Black is creeping on his cornea. It looks scary and weird. He shakes his head, but the black is engulfing his eyes. And when he looks back at Theo, he says, “Eugene Theo Pitchford. You arrogant, shrewd, *asshole King.”

Ted sat in the still black water not making a sound. Anthony approached him. “Theodore I have come to take you back.” Ted said nothing to him much as Anthony had not responded to Teddy’s concern when he went about preparing himself and Ted for the ritual. It gritted on his nerves but he reminded himself that he had to be calm. Half of the success of this mission was getting Ted to see reasons why he had to come back.

It meant I have all the best people around me to pull me up if I lost all hope - my workers, Cora, Sebastian. But amidst all the happiness and excitement, there was still a lingering sadness within me, caused by Tyler fucking Blackwood. I saw his true colour now, to the world, he lives under the pretense of a formidable, easy going business man, but really, he was a blackmailer, a fraud, a sex fiend and the most horrible man I ever met in my entire life.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

He doesn’t look old, but one can tell he was not young; his face held a calm and welcoming smile as he stared at me. “Thank you, Mr Blackwood—“ “Nonsense. You can call me Theodore, or Theo, like your mom, here I don’t mind.” He corrected. “We are family, so I see no reason why you shyly call me so professionally,” Mr Blackwood—no, Theodore said, and all I did was nod. “Thank you for having me here, I promise to leave as soon as I—“ “You are not leaving,” Theodore cut in. “Pardon,”

Not when it was this demon in human form in front of him. "I am asking you again and for the last time,where is my money?" the other man who looked exactly like a drug lord said,while puffing carelessly on his pipe. "Give me just one month please. One more month and I promise I'll pay off my debt. Please" the older man begged. "You think i came all the way here to listen to your pleadings?" the drug lord said with a scoff. The older man, Mark,was mute. He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

“Hm. My brother is a little confused. He is mistaken. He doesn't mean what he said. How can it be that you…” Before Lotus could complete her words, Theodore tucked his hands into his pocket and straightened his back cockily. He brushed the both of them with a blasé gaze and pronounced, “A certain Mr. Zaire Ludovic is a manipulative, cocky bastard who will resort to scheming in order to get what he wants.”