Theodore Laurence Novels & Stories

Laurent says. His answer seems to catch her off guard, but she has barely even comprehended it before he turns and sets the transcript down before facing her again. "Because Theo is a child,” he says, and I feel my heart skip. “He isn’t a strategy. He isn’t a leverage as well. And neither is he a tool to be used against another adult.” The tension in the room spikes as each word spoken by Laurent settles in everyone’s mind. Vivienne, though, appears more scared.

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.

It was all too much to bear. Drake, despite being one of the most sought-after Hollywood actors, felt small in comparison. Sure, he was famous—adored by millions, the subject of gossip, headlines, and countless interviews. But none of that seemed to hold the same weight as Theodore’s quiet, deliberate success. Theodore wasn’t just a public figure; he was a force in the business world, commanding respect from those who mattered, making decisions that shaped the future of the Thatcher family. It wasn't just about cameras and red carpets for him—it was about control, influence, and power. And Theodore was born with that ability, as though the world simply handed it to him.

He was pushed to the waiting podium, even though he didn't want to go. The microphones made a hissing sound. A hundred camera lenses showed Theodore's reflection. The square was quiet for a heartbeat. The unexpected quiet made even the flags hang limp. He held on to the edge of the podium until his knuckles became white. His throat hurt. He hesitated and then said, "My name—" Theodore Kensington is my name. And tonight, I'm not an heir; I'm a son. A son who saw his parents fight for honour. A son who buried friends so that this kingdom could live. A son who realises that devotion costs everything.

*CHRIS* Work was still bustling with customers needing various things. I was fine with that until I encountered Theodore. That encounter was truly dreadful. He’s such a pain in the ass that I believe he wakes up and devises ways to ruin others’ days. Today, I was unfortunately on his list. Theodore was an elderly, frail man with bowed legs and a cane. He had white hair on the sides of his head but a bald middle. He wore thick, square glasses that often dangled around his neck on a string instead of resting on his face.

Thea was shaken to the core. Theodore, who comes from the Brown family, seems truly exceptional in the field of artificial intelligence. Who is the mastermind behind Theodore? "Brandon, you were just bragging. If the Brown family's achievements in the field of artificial intelligence were truly remarkable, how could Lady Brown have allowed the Brown family to stay low-key for so many years?" "It's just because of my cousin..." Brandon realized he had let slip and suddenly fell silent. He stared at Thea with a stubborn and unwilling expression on his face.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

“Chief Chastain, this man in front of you, is the secret weapon of our Police Intelligence. He is our discreet spy, Theodore Doyle.” Theodore bowed at the surprised Chief and smiled. “Please to meet you, sir. I am Theodore Doyle, at your service.”

And he is actually kind of cute. "How old are you?" I ask him. "Seventeen," he sobs. "Seventeen? Really? You don't look like you are seventeen. Don't lie now." "I-I will really turn seventeen in a few months." "Okay, so you are still sixeen. What's your name?" "Theo..Theodore." "Okay Theo, are you actually a student of Eastwood?"

I stared down at my feet as I followed her. "Everleigh," she called for my attention. I quickly looked at her. "This-" she motioned at a guy next to her who looked around my age. "-is Theodore. Short for Theo. He's a newly selected warrior. And he will help you with your first step on self-defence." she said. I nodded, smiling at the guy. He extended his hand for a handshake, and I gratefully shook it. Amanda stared at me for a second and clapped her hands once.