Theo Solomon Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Nothing like that happened. Just hurry up and bring the food.” “Yes, Boss.” Theo ended the call and looked back at Shana sleeping peacefully beside him. Even unconscious, she still looked fragile. And strangely enough… For the first time in years— His restless heart finally felt calm. ***** LMCD22

Today they weren't there, and Theo walked to the pickup area alone, scanning for my car. He found it, and his face did the small shift it did when he located something he'd been looking for. Not a big reaction. Just a settling. I unlocked the door and he climbed in, dropping his bag on the seat beside him with the thump of something heavier than expected. "What's in the bag today?" I asked, pulling forward as the line moved. "Books Daniel lent me," Theo said, buckling himself in with the automatic competence he'd developed. "About dinosaurs. He said I could keep them until Friday."

He inhaled deeply, trying to lighten the mood with a less grave expression. "I don't think I'll be able to contact you again next time. Take care of yourself. And promise me that you'll live well for yourself." I looked at him and nodded. "You too." Solomon was briefly stunned in the FaceTime call. A long while later, he finally gave me a genuine smile. It wasn't a bitter one anymore. It now felt as though he'd finally come to peace with himself. Then, he lifted his finger and slowly tapped on the "end call" button.

"I think you'd be more than willing to let me show you a thing or two." "Leave me alone." I feel myself retreating as if my brain is storm-proofing itself, closing up all of the windows, keeping what shreds of sanity still remain inside, safe. "I don't believe you mean that." His breath sends fire blazing across my cheeks. "Jacob." A deep voice rattles my storm-proofed brain, jarring me out of whatever state of lockdown I was in. "She said to leave her alone."

I suppose you're the sea, I'm the river and our relationship is the estuary, where your vastness can't stop me from diving in. Bridgette Elen Lagos. -------------------------------- "Fine! You insist." Theo smiled sarcastically. With a single screech, his voice boomed out to call someone out there. Lion sensed the difference in his master's baritone voice. He moved to open the door, entering to find Theo standing with his arms folded across his chest. A stern, haughty, sharp and cruel look could be seen in Theo's gray eyes.

"Theo, you are too young, a pup blinded by a fresh scent. You treat every female you encounter as a treasure—" "Nathan..." Theo’s voice was strong and resolute, an Alpha-command that cut Nathan off. Nathan went speechless, the sheer weight of Theo's presence suppressing him even through the phone. He heard Theo speak, word by word, as if carving a prophecy into stone: "Time will prove to you that purging Thea from your life was the most foolish act of your entire existence." Theo angrily hung up the phone, his Alpha-scent turning sharp and volatile enough to burn the air.

She let herself lean into him, the fear and longing twisting together like fire and smoke. The ruins themselves seemed to answer, the glow at the altar flaring as if recognizing her presence. Evelynn took a hesitant step forward, then another, her pulse synchronizing with the rhythm of the stones. She could almost hear whispers in the stonework, fragments of memory: Born of fire… bound to shadow… seeker of the light… Aiden’s hand squeezed hers. “Look at me,” he said softly. “Stay with me. No matter what happens.”

Layla sighed, "will you please read that book to me then? I don't understand it." Solomon looked over to the book Layla had been looking at. "That one? No, that one is boring. It's about trade embargoes." He walked over to the furthest book shelf and selected what appeared to be an old well-worn leather bound book. "This one is my favorite." He crawled into the bed beside her. As she laid her head onto his chest, he began to read it in its original language. To Layla it sounded like music and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

He was just a child, but he spoke with a maturity that dismantled any defenses. “Losing someone is a problem Uncle Henry can’t solve…” Theo said seriously, his eyes fixed on mine. “And he’s a man who solves everything.” Those words hung in the air for a few seconds. I approached slowly, kneeling in front of him, feeling my chest tighten. His gaze was calm, but there was a quiet pain there, restrained. “Theo, I’m so sorry for all of this…” I murmured, gently running my hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t have seen that report.”