Black Theodore Mga Nobela at Kwento

A black car had rammed straight into it at full speed. Dust and debris clouded the air. The kidnappers froze in place, eyes wide with shock. And then— He stepped out. Tall. Composed. Dangerous. Theodore Thatcher emerged from the vehicle, his crisp black suit completely untouched despite the chaos. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes burned with lethal intent. Nadia had never seen him like this before. Cold. Calculated. Unforgiving. The men barely had time to react before his voice cut through the air, deep and full of quiet, terrifying promise.

“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.”

Zachary complain but deep inside it warmed his heart. Zachary later on called on Theodore . "Is there something you want to discuss Dad?" He asked. "Yes something very important." His father replied. "Is Quen coming?" He look around hoping his brother will appear. "No, I will meet him later." Zachary dismiss. "What is it Dad?" "Theo I found him!" There was urgency in his voice. "Are you sure Dad?" Theo immediately understand who his father meant. "Yes, I am very sure he runs a security agency with a woman name Athena Black. As a matter of fact he goes by the same last name.

I overhear Leo say. Jefferson Hoard? So that’s the name of the man who dared attack Allister Blackwaters? Wonderful. I'll need to look him up and borrow some bravery for myself and my brothers. The Hamit-Beta stops moving and turns to Leo, looking momentarily stunned as though he saw a ghost. Celine and Regina Blackwaters, who have been sobbing just seconds before, suddenly stop, and Celine asks Leo, “Did you just say Jefferson Hoard?” The poor Beta nods, “Yes, ma’am.”

Cool air hit my nipples and they peaked into hard pebbles instantly. "Look at you." His voice dropped an octave. "Someone's a little needy," He bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. "Theo," "God," He moved to the other breast. "I love hearing you say my name." He groaned and dropped to his knees. My brain pretty much turned to mush. Theodore Blackwell, a CEO, billionaire, the man who commanded thousands of employees all over the world,just knelt in front of me, yanking the zipper of my jeans.

The fourth official said nothing and did not move, but the color in his face changed. I had heard the name before. Everyone had heard the name. You heard it in the way people talked about the Northern Territory quickly and without dwelling, the way you mention a storm that passed through a place you used to live. Kael Blackthorne. The Alpha who had fought three border wars in five years and won all of them. The Alpha whose first mate had betrayed him and had not lived to regret it for very long. The Beast of Blackthorne. That was what they called him.

I'll be there in a minute," Joseph replied. "Okay, angel. I am waiting for you," Theodore said in a sweet voice and hung off. "Is your date already here?" Stephan asked Joseph. "Umm, yes. I'm going now. I'll be home late from the job," Joseph replied. "Okay, angel. Best of luck with your date," Harper was cheerful. Joseph nodded his head with a smile on his face and went out of the apartment. Within two minutes, Joseph got out of the building. He searched for Theodore and saw him near the lampost standing in front of his car. Theodore was clad in full black with black jeans and a black tee. Joseph was stunned to see how Theodore could pull of any color so easily.

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"