Theo Sharpe Bridgerton Novels & Stories

closed his mouth in disbelief that a model and actor came to a small boutique owned by them. "Omo daebak! Park Theo." The employee still couldn't cover his surprise, making Theo smile slightly and look at Alexa's face with one eyebrow raised. "Can you find some wedding dresses for the person next to me?" Theo asked the employee again in a soft tone. Making the employee feel his face heat up just from hearing Theo's soft voice. He shared a dream of meeting an artist, what's more, Park Theo is a man who often appears on the cover of magazine pages that are always in demand, even the clothes Theo uses always soul out in a few hours isn't it daybreak?

Aldridge averts her eyes and focuses on her plate. “You heard the expert, Charlotte.” Robert appreciates the head maid who is standing between him and Theo. “You always make me grateful.” “That’s my pleasure, sir.” The old woman responds with a heavy British accent. Theo lifts his head and looks at her face with a smile as if thanking her, however, she doesn’t find him worthy of any eye contact. Well, Theo has been accustomed to being in high society for years due to his job, despite coming from a European middle-class family. But this old-fashioned woman clearly thinks that Theo doesn’t deserve to be around her noble master, no matter how assiduous he is.

Ultimately, he loosened his grip and turned to leave. Terence caught up to him as he teased, "I can't believe this actually happened to our Prince Charming." Theodore Bassett was the most eligible bachelor, the dream of all women in Emperia. Yet, the woman he had proposed to was hesitating. Willow Jett was something special indeed. Theodore asked gloomily, "Do you find it funny?" "Hey, why are you getting worked up?" Terence quirked an eyebrow as he looked at Theodore entering the elevator from the back. This was getting interesting.

She had everything—power, wealth, influence—but at that moment, all she wanted was him. Theo Blake. The rugged architect who had walked into her life like a storm, tearing down the walls she had built so carefully over the years. A man who made her laugh when she didn’t want to, who made her feel alive in ways her billion-dollar empire never could. And yet, he had also managed to wound her more deeply than anyone else ever had.

"Well, I was young, carefree and reckless… and also I hadn't done it to improve my grades but rather I had done it to help a friend of mine." "Male or female?" I asked with a naughty smile. "Male." She said, giggling. "His name was Theo… Theo Harper. I can still remember the first day I had met him like it was just yesterday. He had brought me, a shy and nerdy girl out of the walls and cages i had built around myself." "Was he cute?" I asked. She giggled. "Then I had thought that he was the devil, as I had heard that the devil was the finest made creature by God. He had charming eyes which always made my heart skip a beat and his smiles never failed to make me fall into a trance."

And when he looks back at Theo, he says, “Eugene Theo Pitchford. You arrogant, shrewd, *asshole King.” However, the voice doesn’t sound like Brandon’s voice. The sound is scratchy, as if the owner of the voice hasn’t been using it for a long time. Theo looks at Brandon. His brows furrowed. This might also appear weird to him. “I will kill you for even trying to impregnate her!!” Brandon screeches. “She is mine!” Touching her? Is Brandon in love with someone in the harem? Someone from the five women who bear Theo a child?

Soon, her own family arrived. They were their usual selves—Amara still arrogant and overbearing, her parents shrinking into the corners, looking utterly out of place. Phoebe entered, draped in a thousand dollar gown with meticulous makeup, commanding attention. Her low-cut dress made hearts race and eyes widen. She walked proudly, deliberately leaving others in her wake. Harper’s pupils flickered—there, among the crowd, was Theo Callahan. He had come too? His father, Gyle, followed closely.

Theo Vale, 27, is the brooding British distance runner, he is quiet, disciplined, with lean, endurance-honed muscle and eyes that see through every mask. They’ve clashed on the track for years. Kai sees Theo as a stuck-up endurance snob while Theo views Kai as a flashy, arrogant bitch. One shared bed, endless training sessions, and the pressure of the biggest stage in the world ignite a slow-burning fire of hate, reluctant respect, and devastating attraction. ~~~ Chapter 1: The Forced Roommate

She then explained to Penelope in a soft voice, "He was very charismatic and was a good father." With every sentence Harriet spoke, Penelope's eyes sparkled more. Penelope could hear the keywords in Harriet's sentence, yet couldn't hear the past tense in her words. "Theo is a charismatic handsome blonde man and a father!" she squealed. Penelope's brain immediately worked hard. She tried to find everyone in her memory database who had such characteristics. But after a few seconds, with a smoky head, Penelope couldn't find anything. "Tell me! Tell me who and from which family this Theo are you referring, Madam! I don't know Theo from any noble family. So is Harriet Goldlane having an affair wi

a woman's voice cooed, laced with a heavy, artificial breathiness. My eyes snapped up. Theo stepped into the open-plan living room, looking like every inch of the untouchable playboy the tabloids obsessed over. His dark hair was artfully tousled, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal his broad chest, and his golden eyes were dancing with a sharp, wicked spark. Hanging off his arm was a breathtaking, absurdly tall high-fashion model with waist-length blonde hair, wearing a white bandage dress that left almost nothing to the imagination.