Choosing Theo Novels & Stories

“You picked him. You made that clear in no uncertain terms. I warned you about the kind of man Bolton was, and you didn’t believe me. I care for you deeply—always have and always will. But I won’t be second best. I won’t be the alternate choice.” “You—you aren’t second best, Theo.” “It seems that way. Now that you’ve finally run your marriage into the ground, you want to jump ship. But my ship has already sailed. I pursued you, not once, but twice—and there’s only one woman I’ve ever given that kind of effort. I want to be with a woman because I won her, not because the other guy forfeited.” “Theo, I did choose you. I left him and wanted a relationship with you, and then you dumped me the ne

"Falling for?" "Oh, come on." Theo pushed off the car and moved into my space, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. "You think Luca kisses every girl like he kissed you? Or that Adrian looks at anyone else the way he looks at you?" His hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Or that I spend my nights teaching magic to just anyone?" "Theo—" "I'm not asking you to choose right now," he said softly. "I'm just asking you to stop running. From this. From us."

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

Because if this weekend is going to mean anything, if it’s going to be real, it has to start with her choosing it for herself. “I think I did good,” Theo announces, with that familiar self-satisfied look that never fails to stir up the worst kind of dread in me. I turn and stare at him, not even trying to hide my disbelief. “How do you figure that? You broke multiple rules, Theo. You actually broke the law.” He shrugs as if that detail is irrelevant. “I didn’t drag her inside.” I blink at him, unable to process how that’s the hill he’s chosen to die on. In his mind, the fact that he technically didn’t lay hands on her makes it all okay. That alone speaks volumes about how his logic functions

Theo hesitated. Then he said it. “I like you.” The words weren’t dramatic. No grand gesture. No pressure. Just the truth. “I’ve liked you for a while,” he continued. “And I didn’t say anything because you were clearly in the middle of something with him. I didn’t want to be another voice pulling at you.” Ruby swallowed. “Theo…” “I’m not asking you to choose me,” he said. “I’m asking you to choose you.” She laughed weakly. “That sounds like choosing you.”

He said. “But she hates me so why would she choose me?!” I asked as I veered my teary gaze to the Kid. “This is a good thing, Ciril. The Moon goddess chose you because you want no one but you to be her Champion! It’s so dope! I’m friends with the Chosen One—” “That’s enough, Clord!” I voiced at Clord now as I shot up to melt feet.

Veronica's POV: "Yes, we need to talk," Theo said after me. "All three of us. Now." My heart sank as I knew what was coming next. "What's going on?" Max asked, looking between me and Theo. Theo took a deep breath, his green eyes finding mine for just a moment before looking away. "Veronica has already made her choice," he said, sounding steady despite the pain I could hear beneath it. "And I think it's time we all acknowledge it and move forward."

“It doesn’t matter, Theo. I don’t understand why you’re telling me that part.” His eyes darkened. “It does matter.” I let out a soft, humorless laugh, moving away from him. “She’s your chosen mate,” My voice quieter than I intended. “The woman your father chose for you. What else was she supposed to do? Ignore you?” Theo let out a growl of frustration. “You know damn well that my father’s choice doesn’t matter to me.” I turned then, meeting his gaze. “It should.” “No.” he insisted, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is only happening because you won’t let me tell them that we’re destined together. You won't let us show our love publicly.”

Cyrus asked, the witness that was his becoming, the love that was structural and confirmed. "I choose to continue," Theo replied. He reached out, took both their hands, the contact that was grounding and declaration. "The racing, the teaching, the studio, the—" He squeezed, the pressure that was gratitude and possession and love. "The family. The chosen. The always becoming."

“He hαd chαnces. So mαny chαnces. From the night I cαme bαck‚ from the dαy he doubted Aurorα‚ from every time he looked αt me like I wαs filth. If he ever wαnted the truth‚ he could hαve found it. He chose not to. Thαt tells me everything.” Theo’s hαnds clenched slightly on his knees. “I know him‚” I went on‚ my voice getting α little quieter. “If I stood there αnd pointed αt Elenα αnd sαid‚ ‘She set me up‚ she’s lying‚ she did this‚’ whαt do you think he would hαve seen? A desperαte womαn trying to drαg his beloved Elenα down with her. He would’ve cαlled me jeαlous. He would’ve sαid I wαs disgusting αgαin.”