Eloise And Theo Novels & Stories

I lean my head on Peters shoulder and allow myself to enjoy the show. "Why?" Theo asks. "Because little babies grow a lot, so they need a lot of energy to do that" Eloise tells him. For a moment it seems like Theo is satisfied with the answer, until... "Why?" He asks once more. Bianca tilts her head back onto the couch. Theo seems to have lost interest in Juni and is now solely focused on finding himself some answers, so Rhode leans down and gently picks her back up.

Elijah demanded, storming forward. Olivia glanced up at him, unfazed. “I picked Thea up for Mother’s Day. We’re having a little mother-daughter time—nails and all.” I stared at Thea, her lower lip trembling. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. She looked fucking terrified, and it broke my heart.

That bastard or I would say a pussy licker, Theo… Theo, what kind of name it is, bloody German. He took away my Eloise from me, but Eloise never belonged to me, she was a bitch a complete bitch, and her husband needed to know it. And to give him a good realization of his wife's real character I have sent him the recording in which I fucked his dear, sweet, innocent wife. Innocent… My foot. But you can’t blame yourself, Eloise is like this, she has the charm to lift other people's spirits from her smile, and that fake innocence until you know what I know.

I asked, my words tumbling over each other, “you said tonight was for us, you said you were ready, you told me to come here.” Some people laughed openly now and one of them said something about me smelling like wet dog and another said omegas should not be allowed in places like this, and I tried to ignore them, I tried to keep my eyes on Theo because if I lost him in the crowd I felt like I would disappear too. “Is this a prank,” I asked, my voice breaking despite my effort, “Theo please tell me this is a prank.” Ophelia laughed softly and wrapped both arms around his neck, her body pressed fully against his, and before I could even understand what was happening she kissed him, slow and dee

“Wow. No faith in me at all?” “Zero,” I said, deadpan. He brightened, like I had just given him a compliment. “Perfect. That’s the kind of energy we need for this.” “Need for what?” I asked, nearly jumping up and down. Theo’s grin turned wolfish. “A game.” Owen groaned, rubbing his temples. “I swear, if this is like last time—” “Last time was an accident,” Theo interrupted. “How was I supposed to know the old bridge would collapse?”

Not yet labeled—benign or worse. Greg stood at the doorway, frozen. Tessy brushed past him first, eyes glassy but determined. Helena stepped in last, clutching a small brown paper bag—his favorite snacks from the vending machine. “Theo,” she said softly, “you look like you fought a dragon and didn’t bother to change your clothes.” Theo smiled weakly. “I’m dramatic. Not dying.” Tessy laughed through her tears, slapping his shoulder gently. “You better not be.”

Theo’s school play was called ‘Families’. A twenty-minute mess of construction-paper trees and kids in cardboard crowns. He played the prince who got lost in the woods and found his way home to two parents waiting with open arms. Sophia sat in the third row between Tristan and Eleanor, her hands clenched so tight her nails left half-moons in her palms. Tristan’s thigh pressed against hers under the program. He didn’t move it away. When Theo spotted them from the stage he waved with both hands, grinning like the secret between his mother and uncle didn’t exist.

Theo’s jaw twitches after he figures out what she was wearing for him underneath her clothing. He murmurs between clenched teeth. “How dare you wear this and let me see it now?” She asks innocently. “Wear what?” He bumps into her butt with his hard cock and growls. “Answer me.” Meli raises her eyebrows in a cute way. “You didn’t like it?” Theo pulls on the elastic strip of her garter. “You are such a tease.” He suddenly releases the strip, makes it whip on her delicate skin. Meli startles a little and giggles. Theo abruptly turns her around and grabs her thighs. He lifts her and places onto the drawer before claiming her lips even more intensely.

A moment passed, and then the door creaked open, revealing a woman—Eloise. She stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with confusion. For a moment, she didn’t speak. Her long, dark hair framed her face, and her delicate features were soft, unguarded. She was the picture of innocence, a stark contrast to the storm that was about to engulf her life. "Eloise," Trent said softly, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "It’s time."

I blinked, adjusting myself for comfort as I waited for Theo's next words. "I'm fairly certain Oris and Elsie are having a secret relationship," Theo said, clearing his throat "I noticed his behaviour around Elsie, and the amount of time they're spending together," he paused, taking his eyes to the beer which sat on his desk "I also…" His sentence finished quickly, but he failed to continue what he was going to say. "Woah, okay," I replied. I had to take another large gulp of the beer to allow this information to sink in "This is something,"