Black Theodore Novels & Stories

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

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

"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 ?"

I licked my bottom lip again and again. "Thank you!" He raised his upper body. "I know you have every reason and right to be scared. But still, please don't be scared. Because, I am not going to hurt you. Never. I swear!" He professed. But who would believe him? He was a thug. "Hump!" I huffed in annoyance. His face became serious, his eyes strained on me. "Now, whatever I am going to tell you, may seem strange to you. But it's the truth. Please, listen to me carefully. My name is Theodore, and I am not a human." He mentioned.

Theodore stated. Well, I don't know what Hardy's shoes feel like, but I definitely will escape, if I can. Theodore pulled up in front of a quiet estate, after an hour of driving. On our right was a duplex, painted all black and had bright lights that made the place a lot Less creepy even though it was pretty. Black wasn't really my Color. Theodore and I walked after he did a face scan at the door, which left my mouth completely hung open, and I saw his lips twitch into a smile. He must have found my dumbness amusing.

She wanted to live with him, not here. “Black Council is not for you, Lia,” Theodore spoke. “That place is a hellhole for people like you. So soft and so naive. Only ruthless people can survive there. Moreover, you won’t be safe there in the way; you’re here. I won’t be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

Kennedy, on the other hand, noticed the four men in black robes and informed Hades, “These men were the ones who kept me busy to allow James to kill Theodore.” The Johnstons tensed up. All of them were a hair’s trigger away from starting a full-blown battle. Thea was scared out of her wits. She had never dealt with such a situation in her life. However, she knew how important it was not to let her nervousness show in her expression or her gestures.

The elevator doors open, “Have a good day, Miss Blackwood.” “You too, Henry,” I call out as the doors close. “You bake for your doorman?” Luke asks incredulously. “Henry isn’t just a doorman. He’s the sweetest.” Luke narrows his eyes at me, “The sweetest? You and your doorman?” I almost choke, “God no. Henry is married.” I smack his arm, “Minnie is his daughter. She came in one day because Leah, his wife, was sick. It was the school holidays, so he didn’t have much of a choice but to bring her to work.”