Theo Sharpe Bridgerton Romane & Geschichten

Even in Utren, there were many powerful figures he couldn't afford to offend. Just a few minutes later, a beautiful middle-aged woman walked in, holding the hand of a four-year-old girl. Two bodyguards in black suits followed closely behind. "Good day, Mrs. Sharpe," the other greeted. Felix sized her up in secret. The visitor was actually Tasha Harner, a renowned figure in Utren. This woman was no ordinary person. Her husband, Nelson Sharpe, had been the chairman of one of Utren's top three corporations, but he had suddenly died. Everyone thought Tasha would lose her status as a wealthy socialite, but she shocked them all by displaying remarkable skill and intelligence.

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?

Hatred had lodged in her bones. Blood smeared on her face, she radiated a cold, lethal aura. Theo took a step back, unnerved. Perfect. Harper licked the iron taste from her lips with a hungry tongue. She felt like a lion sizing up its prey. After the assault in her former life, Theo had been the one to appear and “clean up” the mess — and she’d been so grateful she agreed to marry him. Now she realized he’d been hiding here the whole time, eavesdropping.

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

And I had waited for him to claim me when the time came, only for him to give his heart to a woman who had no right to it. I nearly spat at the thought of her name. The alpha king's wife. My fiancé’s obsession. I couldn’t even count how many times I’d caught the way Theo looked at her. The hunger in his gaze, the longing? It made my stomach twist in disgust. How lost Theo would always be whenever Storme is in the room, and how he would always disappear on me whenever I tried to spend a little time with him. Did he feel no shame? Did he truly believe he could claim his father’s wife and suffer no consequences?

The Great Hall buzzed with conversation as students from different packs began the careful dance of alliance-building and social positioning that would define their academy relationships, but all he could focus on was the empty seat at the Southcrest table where Juliana Capulet should have been. "You look like someone who's seen a ghost," observed the student sitting across from him—a tall, athletic girl with short dark hair and the kind of intense presence that suggested Alpha bloodlines. Her name tag read 'Beatrice Sharpe,' and Ronan vaguely remembered hearing about the Sharpe military pack's reputation for producing exceptional warriors. "Something like that," he muttered, pushing food ar

Luke’s POV Okay, what just happened? These two are not serious. They are both so in love, yet so dumb about it. I stared at the person in front of me. What am I supposed to do with this girl he handed to me? Aargh, Christian owes me big time. “What is your name?” I asked. “Shar… Sharpay,” she stammered, avoiding my eyes. She is shy. I do not like shy girls. They are not my type. It annoys me when girls act all shy and cute. I prefer sexy and fierce girls. Am I really going to have to deal with this? Ugh, I am going to kill Christian.

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

She was away from the shadow of the Moretti name for a few hours. But as I watched Theo’s hand linger a little too long on her waist, a new kind of tension tightened in my chest. I had sent her to Theo to protect her. But in this house, there was no such thing as "safe." There was only the question of which brother would claim her first. Theo Hart is the "Golden Boy," but even rainbows have shadows. Will Scarlett find a moment of peace with the youngest brother, or is Theo just a different kind of trap? And what is the secret she’s hiding about the Moretti family?

The spotlight shifted, and soon Racheal and Ariella entered the hall. I was momentarily breathless as I caught sight of Racheal. She wore a stunning white dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the back dipping low and accentuating her figure. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the glimmering crystals adorning the gown highlighted her hips beautifully. Ariella mirrored her mother’s elegance in a flared dress, complete with Tinkerbell wings that added a whimsical touch.