Choosing Theo Novels & Stories

Tessa’s POV: All my life I’ve lived by someone else’s rule, been someone else’s prisoner, and lived a life I didn’t choose. Not anymore. Today I chose to have a choice, and in doing so, I chose me. I waited for a little while to ensure everyone must have gathered at the garden. But, secretly, to gather strength for the unknown path that lay before me.

“Yes, I can. My true name is Fate.” My jaw drops. “You’re…Fate.” “Yep.” She confirms. I look at her. “And you can give me Grey?” She nods. “If that’s what you want.” “Are you kidding?!” I bounce in my seat. “Yes! A million times. Yes!” She puts her hands on me to stop me from bouncing. “Wait. You can’t make the choice that easily.” I stop. “Why?” She stands, walks a bit with her hands in her shorts pockets and turns. “There are a few….consequences.”

"Oh? I was unaware you were stalking the artificial intelligence market." Kyler’s instinct was still to align his strength with Nathan; he intended for this conversation to remain on the surface, a mere polite exchange of scents. But he underestimated Theo. Theo was a cunning old fox—once he had scented easy prey, he would never allow it to slip back into the brush.

Welcome to the filthiest why choose you've ever read. Get comfortable. It's about to get very, very filthy.

He thought of Avery, the girl who was built to need and was learning to want, and he chose her again, in the silence of the library, in the space between performance and becoming. "Let them watch," he said. "Let them report. Let Dante build his archive and Chelsea hers. This—" He raised their joined hands, visible, undeniable. "This is ours. Not negotiation. Not data. Just—" He searched for the word, found it. "Just boring. Just real. Just chosen." Avery smiled. The glow, controlled but present, the becoming he was witnessing without architecting. "Just chosen," she agreed. They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and wou

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

’ Maia whispered as Theo turned to her and grinned broadly. “Okay, you wouldn’t choose so I picked for you.” He shrugged as he helped himself to a handful of her Cheetos and shoveled them into his mouth with the palm of his hand, “Seeing as how you so brutally ripped Noah’s heart from his chest on a whim...I figured Game of Thrones seemed like a good choice…” Lucy flushed slightly as she tore her eyes from his face and grabbed her drink, looking for any distraction from the thoughts that were running through her mind right now.

“Don’t lie to me. You fed us false hope about Eli. You made Jace believe something that could’ve destroyed him. Do you know what that did to him?” Theo stumbled back, hands raised as if to shield himself. “Please, River, I didn’t have a choice!” “Choice?” River slammed him against the fridge, the metal rattling. “You always have a choice. You chose money, or fear. Which one?” Theo’s lip was split now, blood trickling down his chin. His voice cracked. “I swear, I was paid. I was told to do it. I...I had to.” River’s grip tightened. “Who?”

There it was. The choice I had been circling since the invitation arrived. I looked at each of them. Four men who ruled worlds. Who bent systems. Who could ruin lives without consequence. And who looked at me like I was something precious and dangerous. “I choose,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me, “to stop running.” Theo smiled slowly. Adrian exhaled like he had been holding his breath for years. Sebastian stood. “Then come here.” The room darkened as curtains were drawn. The fire burned brighter. Music played low, heavy, sensual.

While checking through the display, Theo decided to squeeze the hell out of me by teasing, enjoying himself far too much. "You really do like her now, huh?" he said. "I don't know what you are talking about, Theo." I feigned ignorance. "Well, I think she likes you too already." He said again, grinning like a gossip columnist. "I think you should just help me make a choice instead of bugging me with your talks." "You should know what she likes now." He said. "Well, I don't. Okay?" "You are interested in her." Theo kept on, poking the truth repeatedly like a bruise.