Choosing Theo Vk Novels & Stories

"He did not hide them. He disclosed them and described them accurately." I sat back. "He gave us everything," I said. "Everything I can find," Theo said. "Which is not the same as everything that exists. But it is everything a thorough assessment can confirm." I looked at the document. "Your recommendation?" I said. Theo was quiet for a moment. He did not give recommendations often. He gave information and let other people decide what to do with it. "My recommendation," he said slowly, "is that Viktor Ren is the most sophisticated person we have encountered in this city. Which means the risk of this arrangement is real and significant." He paused. "And my recommendation is that the arrangeme

Their eyes locked across the small room, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. “Youuuu,” Theo said flatly, voice low and controlled with that crisp British accent. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. Kai stepped inside and let the door shut behind him with a heavy click. “Vale. Fucking perfect. Of all the people in this village, I get stuck with the stuck-up endurance robot who thinks he’s too good for speed.”

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.

Vikky cleared her throat and before she even said a word, Theo’s eyes watered with so much love that he had for her. “Hi there,” She started her vows. “You know I’m no writer and the truth was I initially went to Sofia for this but she convinced me that a wedding vow was something that had to come from deep down and I didn’t even know that it was serious until she told me about hers,”

“This booty could stop a train. No one in Dark Wolverson has a better dumper than me.” “Vaheed.” Penn and Devin declared in unison, and even Thaines nodded, chuckling at his brother’s loss. Theo gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest as if their words had physically injured him. “It’s the truth,” Penn sympathized, smoothing out Theo’s white brows. Theo scoffed and shook his head, which annoyed Penn. “I beg to differ,” Theo drawled. "Val’s word will be the tiebreaker. What do you think, Alpha? Me or Vaheed.”

“But, Victor, if something happens—” “There is no ‘if’!” Victor interrupted, his voice firm. “This is about all our safety. If Rachel knows that we’re planning something, everything could fall apart. I trust you, Theo. So, can you do this?” Theo stared at Victor, feeling the sudden weight of responsibility fall on his shoulders. He nodded slowly, realizing he had no other choice. “Alright. I will keep this secret.” Victor smiled with satisfaction, then gently patted Theo on the shoulder before turning to leave, leaving Theo confused about how he would handle Gwen when she inevitably asked again. He didn’t want to lie, but on the other hand, he had to obey Victor's orders.

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What the fuck did I just do? Who the fuck is Theo?

They left the reception way too early, so he’ll cross them out of the list too. Vren grits his teeth, contemplating his choices. There’s Andrei who’s been the best man to Kathie’s maid of honor – a fiery redhead that he had occasional conversations with. The best man and the maid of honor was a great pair. They would’ve hookup last night if only Andrei swings that way. So far, said pair had the same interests and “preferences.” Four brothers (one of which is the groom) and one sister – all could have been of use at crises like this one. Vren Parkinson, a second of five siblings, only has one more choice: his friend Nathaniel Forester.

“What is it?” “Vodka,” he says, those dimples popping into his cheeks, as I stare at him a second longer, trying to decide if he’s trustworthy. Eventually, I take the cup. “Thanks.” He nods. “There’s juice,” he points. “If it’s too strong.”