Persona 3 Theodore Novels & Stories

Tobias frowned deeply, the phrase "shameless spectacle" nearly escaping his lips. "What did you do to yourself?" he asked. Theodore was dressed, technically, but his appearance seemed even more suggestive than if he hadn't been. Tobias' thick eyebrows twitched furiously. "I got caught in the rain," Theodore replied nonchalantly as he casually brushed his soaked hair back. From Elara's perspective, Theodore's profile was breathtakingly symmetrical, embodying the golden ratio. His high-bridged nose curved gracefully like a slide, mesmerizing in its perfection.

I licked my bottom lip again and again. "Thank you!" He raised his upper body. "I know you have every reason and right to be scared. But still, please don't be scared. Because, I am not going to hurt you. Never. I swear!" He professed. But who would believe him? He was a thug. "Hump!" I huffed in annoyance. His face became serious, his eyes strained on me. "Now, whatever I am going to tell you, may seem strange to you. But it's the truth. Please, listen to me carefully. My name is Theodore, and I am not a human." He mentioned.

Alistair smiled at his response, "So what is your name?", He asked. "Theodore. My name is Theodore", Theodore replied. "Pleased to meet you, Theodore. I am Alistair". "I don't think we have spoken to each other before, have we?", Alistair asked Theodore. "No we haven't, apart from these balls, I don't really go anywhere", "And why don't you go anywhere?", Alistair asked. "I…uh…don't really have much friends", "well I hope you can see me as one of your friends".

He scratched his hair, his long dirty blond hair, he looked confused, and for a moment I had to pause and recall where the intimidating Theodore went. "I don't think Hardy wil- "Just help me out!" I interrupted, I didn't need to hear it. "Okay… Well, I'm not making any solid promises, but sure, maybe I can help you out." Theodore nodded, and it felt like he was nodding to himself, internally giving himself a tap on his shoulder like, sure he could do it, what was the big deal. My lips curved into a smile. "Thank you Theodore" "Just call me Theo," He offered.

I took deep calming breaths before looking up at him again. Theodore then kneeled in front of me and held my hand. "Let me introduce myself properly this time" he said. "Hi, Brielle. I'm Theodore. Theodore King. It's nice to mee you" he said. I smiled and chuckled. We're really doing this "Hi, Theodore. I'm Brielle. It's short for Gabrielle Margareth Rivero. It's nice to mee you too. I really really is" I said and we both laughed.

Theodore asked him, looking equally scared and angry, as he used my legs to keep himself away from Jordan “Eden is playing with me now! Go away!” “Oh…” Jordan let out a small laugh, though he still looked a little incredulous “You must be Theodore, right? I’ve heard about you, but we’ve never been lucky enough to meet.” He leaned in a little, smiling at Theo “I’m an old friend of your father’s, you know?” “I don’t care!” Theo huffed sullenly.

Aaron said "I will dad." Theodore said and he left home and entered into a car and left for the Black Wolf's territory. After hours of being on the road his driver finally got to the gate of the Black Moon Pack. One of the guards asked "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" "I have been giving a pass by Alpha Nathaniel's son Alexander, to come visit." Theodore said "I'll have to confirm, tell me, what's your name?" The guard asked again "Tell him Theodore...Theodore Walker from Werewolf Royal High school." Theodore replied

Theodore also smirked sensing a presence behind him. Antonio pulled the trigger of the pistol, and at the same time, Theodore taking hold of the book racker jumped into the air and flew backward, standing right behind Antonio. Antonio's eyes widened out of the shock and before he could strike back he felt a soul-knocking pain in his back before he fell flat onto the ground. Theodore kicked him down to the ground and set on his back and *Punch* *Punch* *Punch* *Punch*

The man collapsed to his knees. "What is your name?" Tia asked him gently. There was something sensual about her voice, and I smiled at her. "Theodore, Theodore Welsh," He managed. His voice sounded raspy and dry. "Please get him water," Tia pleaded with someone close by and bottled water was brought for Theodore. "Don't rush it," she warned him and watched the guy sip gradually.

“Pour me another wine.” She reaches for the bottle, but before she can finish pouring, the doors slam open. Marcus stumbles through first, blood soaking his collar, one arm hanging wrong at his side. Elias follows, worse, dragging his feet like each step costs him something. And behind them, unhurried, hands loose at his sides like a man returning from an evening walk, comes Theodore. He is smiling. I have faced down rogue Alphas, ancient dragons, things older than language itself, and none of them frightened me the way that smile does now.