Theodore Payne Novels & Stories

"no please wait do-" and the red haired boy has now fainted by the time he wakes up he's in the hospital and the doctors say he should rest for a few days .And now it's supposed to be his last day of rest sunday so he sits on a park bench thinking about what's happened so far when a girl wearing with blonde hair and light green eyes sits next to him thy sit like this for a few minutes when "hey "the girl says "yes?" "Run" 'run from what ?' the boy thinks when the girl pulls him up as she stands and pushes him away after falling when he looks up he can see a small meteror land where he was just sitting but no sign of the girl .

“So Ryder is out finding a place for us to stay for the next few days. I feel bad, after all you’ve done, for us to stay even a minute longer since I saw how upset it all made Tiffany. I never want to ruin your life.” “You’ll move today?” What is that I see in Theodore’s face? Is he sad? “Yes. I think I’ll rest for another day then we can get back to our negotiations about the partnership. I’d like to get it done. I’m homesick. I want to return to Ice Moon.” Theodore stays silent, chewing a bite of steak. “I suppose you’re missing your boyfriend.” “Him and my grandfather, Dawson. Plus, as you know, I’m the head of the business affairs for Ice Moon Pack. Things have been neglected because I s

Just a text message with no context, no explanation, just words that made my entire body go cold: Look into Theo Mercer instead.

Symbols burn bright, knitting reality back together before it can unravel completely. I’m sobbing now, breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. Ethan’s hands are everywhere—my shoulders, my face, grounding me, anchoring me. “Rory,” he says desperately. “Look at me. Stay with me.” I force my eyes open. The Reverent looms closer than ever, the void at its center pulsing with restrained power. The Crown is injured, it observes. “Yes,” I choke. “Because it never learned how to bend.”

I said. Theodore walked inside with slow strides. He was wearing a burgundy tuxedo with a white dress shirt. One year ago, I would’ve been head over heels to see him in that suit. Victor and Kane also followed behind him. “You look...” his eyes swept from my head to my toes. “Astonishing.” “Thank you. Let’s go,” I groaned. “And my boy looks like a prince that he is,” he said as he flicked his gaze at Leo, a smile touching his lips.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

a quick shake of his head muted that thought. Peeling open the carriage window, the sounds of echoing bells flooded inside. They seemed to be resounding in every crevice of the streets, every fold of the pavement. Tennyson had died, and funeral ribbons and bands marked the streets. The day itself seemed to be dressed in a somber veil of fog and rain. Taking in a deep breath, the air was a smell of modern smarts: that this day marked an end to beautiful cricks and infinite daffodils. That space was replaced by steel now, by cotton smoke and decaying lungs. No more was there someone to speak of love and loss, no more was there a l**k from those poetic dreams to this bulimic reality. He was onl

“His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…” “Mariana is the one who put these numbers,” I said, and both men frowned in confusion. If anyone knew who Theodore worked for, it was me. The man has helped her with finding the right woman to abort her pregnancies without my father finding out. And IF the pack’s doctor had her position now, it was because he wanted her to have it. Of course, it came in the benefit of the one person that he was loyal to, and that was Mariana. “Theodore is one of her most trusted men.”

*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.

"Are you sure about this, Theo? It won't be all puppies and rainbows. We're talking curses, blood magic, maybe even death." "I'm sure," Theodore said. "I'm not a kid anymore. And I want to help." Cameron looked at Kanyon, who nodded. "Very well," Cameron said. "Pack your things. We leave in two days." Theodore grinned. "Thank you, Master Cameron. You won't regret this." He bowed again and left, practically glowing with excitement. "He's come a long way," Kanyon said softly. "He really has," Reniece agreed. "And have you seen the muscles on him lately? That boy went from 'eh' to 'DAMN' real fast."