Boris X Theo Novels & Stories

My breath caught. How the hell did he know? I said nothing, but my silence must’ve confirmed it. Theo gave a quiet, humorless chuckle. “I’ll admit, you’ve got a taste. Powerful men. Men with a reputation.” He stood up slowly, every movement deliberate. “Arzhel’s not just some clean-cut art guy, Sofia. You know that, right?” I crossed my arms. “Don’t do this.” But he kept going.

Not all know how to control and stop the full transformation, but Ro is an Alpha, and he has been trained for years to master it. I follow him down the stairs and hear Theo's grunts at a distance. My heart is pounding fast. Xavier is behind me and is making sure I don't fall or trip. His attention has become more constant lately. Once we reach the final steps, we walk across a hall and finally see the basement; there is enough light to see its huge size and the place where Theo is being held. The two men who held him yesterday are there; they are quiet and they are watching Theo struggle. He is covered in sweat and dust, making some mud spots in several places.

Peter pulled him towards the side where there is a photo booth. "Let’s take a picture" said Peter to West. Seeing Peter this carefree and relax feels new yet fulfilling for West. He can't let this night to slip his mind one day. He can't forget this memory. West agreed to Peter. They went to the middle where the photographer instructed them. They posed awkwardly on the first shot. He can feel Peter's awkwardness so to ease that, he pushed himself closer to Peter. He sling his arms on Peter’s shoulders as they both made a peace sign. On the last shot West shoot his shot.

“And since you are here, you can witness for us.” “Good lord!” Xavier exclaimed. Theo didn't seem even a little bit worried about his crazy plans. Xavier fetched his phone ready to shoot his mother a message. “Don't you dare,” Theo growled, narrowing his eyes on him. “I never interfere with your women, so let me deal with mine the only way I see fit.” Xavier raised his hands in mock surrender. “I give up.”

There was no immediate anger in his expression. “You forget yourself,” Theo said quietly. "I and Andre are bonded at birth as well. Whatever is his , is mine." The beta didn’t back down. “Do I need to remind you that this is not applicable or are you forgetting that this house still stands because certain lines are not crossed?” Theo walked toward the table slowly, each step came with a deep breath that carried the weight of whatever was running through his heart. The silence between them thinned with the two heartbeats.

"Yes. Just like that Theo. Eat my p*ssy." +++

"I'm not falling for that, Xavier." He turned to the alpha. "You were fighting with Theo last night. Is there something you aren't telling me?" Xavier frowned. "Why are you calling him Theo?" "Since when did you become best friends?" "Since I realized that he has a working brain," Vernon retorted and the alpha looked offended. He exhaled tiredly. "Don't change the topic." "Theodore can be very meddlesome," Xavier said. "He did something that I didn't approve of and we just settled scores."

A violent combat had broken off, which revealed the strength of both powerhouses. Theoros was also engaged in a battle with Xyris Labelle at this time. Despite him being a strong fighter with god-level hidden weapon skill, his advantage was only limited to the aspect of hidden weapons. Xyris was able to crush him in close combat. Among the four members of the Thirteen Forsaken, Theoros was the earliest to meet the Maker. He was simply too vulnerable before Xyris, one of the Eighteen Generals of Regal Palace.

He was only black ribbons and dead words now; history and funeral bands. The sound of the hooves clacking against the pavement felt like it was echoing too as they grew closer to the meeting point; and as the fog thickened, he threw the pieces of the advertisement out the window. Despite the words being torn to shreds, their black suits were still pressed against his eyelids- Demon, Being of Horror.