Black Theodore Novels & Stories

Theo's existence is praised by every werewolf out there, and his genius easily achieves success. Louis, the beloved Little Wolf figure, runs a business as a drug dealer, hitman, and high-end thief. After being successful with various dirty jobs, Theo was finally able to establish his dark organization by the name of Black Lotus. After reaching the top position, he only needs to appoint someone to launch a crime. Theo sat sweetly, waiting for the report of the success of the mission from his subordinates. He can also go down directly and cut off the head of anyone who gets in his way. ****

Aaron said "I will dad." Theodore said and he left home and entered into a car and left for the Black Wolf's territory. After hours of being on the road his driver finally got to the gate of the Black Moon Pack. One of the guards asked "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" "I have been giving a pass by Alpha Nathaniel's son Alexander, to come visit." Theodore said "I'll have to confirm, tell me, what's your name?" The guard asked again "Tell him Theodore...Theodore Walker from Werewolf Royal High school." Theodore replied

I called him by the name Lyra had earlier, and that seemed to make him chuckle again. “You seem to be in an oddly good spirit; what the hell was that?” Kayla was a few steps away from him, asking. His eyes traveled from Kayla back to me. “I heard she was quite a badass; I wanted to experience it firsthand.” “Who are you?” I couldn't take the curiosity any longer. "Oh, sorry about that; I'm Theodore.” He flashed a smile. Damn, he should have been named Charming instead. “But you can call me Theo instead, and by the moon, I've been dying to meet you.” He hesitated. “Sister,”

I sighed and walked into the Veranda. “They are here!” Paola squealed excitedly. My eyes met with Theodore, he looked strikingly handsome. I gawked shamelessly at him. His silk black hair was ruffled stylishly, but it made him look much hotter. He was dressed in all black as usual, I guess that’s his favorite color. He smirked as he walked closer to me, then took my hands in his and placed a warm kiss on them. “You should take a picture, it would last longer.” He teased in his usual husky voice and I just blushed as usual too.

he apologizes, his cheeks turn slightly red and he moves his hand away, "But, seriously, Nukea, it's not a problem. I promised Knox I would, so let's go show his buddies that we're friends." "Yes!" Knox lets out, more excited than I've ever seen him. Theodore looks pretty sure about doing this and I've given him plenty of chances to get off but he hasn’t taken them, so I'm guessing he actually wants to do this. We all get out of the house and Theodore opens the door to his fancy black car that is so fancy I don't even know what kind of car it is. My brothers get in the back and I sit in the passenger seat. "Don't you dare dirty this car, keep your feet where they belong," I order as soon as

Endora tried to understand why she introduced herself as Tee. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall a thing, as if someone had wiped her memory like a clean board. No matter how hard she tried, the result was always negative. ‘I don’t love him, Mom. I will never The only reason I’m with him is because of his grey eyes, as Theodore said. Who was Theodore? Was this the name of the character in the movies, like Doctor Stephen Strange?

“He must be your mate.” “Yes!!” Liara replied. “Theo, she is Doctor Sara, the best pediatrician in the entire world.” “And Doctor Sara, he is Theodore Wayne, my mate. He is a member of the Black Council.” Liara introduced them, and hearing the name of ‘Black Council, ’ Sara’s face color paled. The rogue of that place used to be a pain in the ass.

"Trust me, he'll be fine." Theodore, known to others as a heartless grim reaper from hell, was different in Vanya's eyes. Outsiders paint Theodore as a death god from hell, leaving cruelty and bloodshed in his wake. But to her, Theodore's eyes always hold hidden tenderness. He just acts indifferent to keep everyone at arm's length.

THEODORE Novaris Holdings was an enterprise built from loss, sweat, and toil. At the top of the empire sat Theodore Lucian Banks, on his black leather throne, carved from the quiet arrogance of success and the cold permanence of survival. The chair had been commissioned from Italian craftsmen who spoke reverently about legacy while measuring angles and stitching perfection into every seam, yet Theodore often thought it less a symbol of victory and more a monument to endurance - proof that he had outlived every circumstance designed to break him.

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"