Theodore Laurence Novels & Stories

My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and bridled. Before mounting, Alexandro turned to me again, his expression more serious than before. "This won’t be easy, Serena," he said quietly. "You will see things that will haunt you. Blood. Death. War is not glorious. It’s ugly. It’s cruel." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you are not weak," he said. "You are not fragile. You are stronger than you know. You wouldn’t be standing here if you weren’t."

“Still, he must have gotten daddy’s money to fund it all.” “Not at all,” she said, shaking her head. “Theodore never took a penny from his father. He built and scaled everything on his own. He’s really that intelligent.” “Is that so?” I blinked, feeling intrigued. I sipped my drink and glanced at him again. Theodore, unlike his brother Maximilian, didn’t seem even slightly bothered by all those girls. He stood a little apart from the crowd… too calm, composed… and I couldn’t help but admire his handsome face, those striking green eyes that somehow looked both sharp and kind.

He's already on the phone to Isobel. Theodore picks up his jacket from the back of his chair with the unhurried deliberateness of a man who has made a decision and is done deliberating. "I have admitting privileges at Northwestern. I sit on their philanthropic board." He looks at Dominic. "Hadrian does not." "You can block his access," Dominic says. "I can make his access complicated enough to matter," Theodore says. "Which is the most honest thing I can promise you." It is the most honest thing he's said since we sat down. I actually appreciate it.

Then, Theodore decided to speak up. "Hi! My name is Theodore, the prince of the demon realm. And, I am sixteen years old. What is your name?" "Hi! My name is Joshua. I am sixteen too. By the way, I am the son of the president of the demon realm," Joshua winked at him. Theodore couldn't help himself from laughing. "It was so awkward before. To break the ice, I just joked a little. Please don't mind it," Joshua said.

’ Lenora spoke, and Alaric did the same. "I’m sorry, I can’t reveal the name." "Let me guess, it’s Moana, isn’t it? She is the one who handles all the security." Ambrose shook his head and said, "Actually, no." Since you’re someone whom I can trust, that’s why I’m telling you this: that person is none other than Theodore. Even though he is away from here, he makes sure that I don’t end up getting killed. You know, there are many who want me dead."

I place Leo on my hips and turn around to watch him. “Hey Mister!” Theo shouts at him, staring up at him. I hear my parents come rush up to stop him but I hold my hand out, stopping them in their tracks. They are still under the impression that Azrael is this big scary man and I want to prove them otherwise. Azrael crouches down, a crooked grin on his face, “Yes Mister. Theodore, how can I help you?” “Are you taking good care of my Lala?” His little eyes narrow.

Most likely, he would torture him or his servant until he was given the stone. Carson picked up the phone and called Ted. He put in an order and told Ted to get it to him by tomorrow night, and he would give him a little extra. Ted loved to blow stuff up, and he was an arsonist, which would be satisfactory enough for him, but the extra money wouldn’t hurt either. He started calling in the cavalry so they would be here tomorrow night when the flamethrowers arrived. This way, Ewan could go over his plan and not have to wait for everyone to arrive.

Xavier muffled, pointing at his father munching on the chocolate croissant leisurely. “We want you to enjoy your birthday, baby,” Hilda spoke with a warm smile looking at Theodore. “Forget about your lunatic brother.” She shot Xavier a mock glare, and he responded by winking at her. Before anyone else could speak, Theodore's phone began ringing. He checked the caller's ID, and it was his P.A. “Lyla,” he called curtly. “No, tell them that won't work for me.” He retorted tightly after listening to her for a while. “I don't care,” he added, wrinkling his face. “Thank you.” He finished hanging up immediately.

he wondered, shocked. Just then, Theodore tugged gently on Liam's shirt. He looked up and whispered, "I need to go to the toilet." Liam knelt down, his tone gentle. "I'll go with you." Theodore glanced at the still-dazed Marvin and thought about how Liam was busy. He had promised Jacklyn that he would be well-behaved and not bother Liam while he was working. So, he pulled his hand away and said firmly, "I'm five years old now. I can go to the toilet by myself."

“He studied that zone, and his company was banned from the area recently. I’m guessing His Majesty’s team already briefed him on how those ‘million-dollar’ mines flopped, and he doesn’t want the truth getting out.” “He wants to use us to cover his losses and keep whatever little gold gets pulled out,” Lorenzo said through his teeth, getting it. The doctor nodded. “Whether you believe me or not, that’s your problem,” he said at last, and his gaze slid to me for a second. “Mrs. Greco, a pleasure seeing you again.” That was the last thing he said before he walked to his car. I took a step and closed the door slowly, watching the taillights fade down the cleared path.