Theodore Payne Novels & Stories

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

"My name is Aurora Payne," she replied. "I'm Theodore Spencer. Nice to meet you, Ms. Payne." His tone was no longer as cold as before. Aurora nodded. "Nice to meet you. I know you're Theodore Spencer. I recognized you when I was saving you. I've seen you on TV. You're the CEO of SK Enterprise." Theodore gave her a helpless smile. "So what if I'm the CEO of SK Enterprise?" Hearing the dejection in his tone, Aurora thought about him climbing the window ledge earlier.

He told me the day before that he planned on paying a surprise visit to many facilities to make sure that things were going well. I left the study and went to the nursery to check on the children there. Once I entered a boy named Theo squealed and ran towards me. "Rayne!" he hollered and clung to my legs. I laughed and picked him up then kissed his forehead. "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty," the supervisor apologized to me. She tried to take Theo away, but I assured her that it was fine. "Nothing to worry about, I love this handsome man," I said as I ruffled his hair, causing him to giggle.

I sighed as I put on my sun glasses and revised, before taking to the roads. Is thistthe part where i introduhce myself? I guess... Hi, my name is Theodore, Theodore Adams, I'm 26 years old, I work in a remodeling organization called MRC which is located at the coast side of Bene town, Konan City, A City that has a mixture of everything you'd never expect, from the good and quiet neighborhood like Beverly hills in US to a party like city like Las Vegas, That's Limpopo AKA the forgotten zone. You see, this City is broken down into three towns, One for the rich, the middle class and for the poor people. The forgotten zone is kind of the worst place you'd ever want to raise a child in, it's not

"What's your name?" "Theo—Theodore, sir." * * *

Peace. Theodore had seldom found tranquility amidst his demanding lifestyle and relentless public scrutiny. Pamela understood this deeply, knowing his penchant for privacy clashed with the relentless demands of his status. Despite the outward facade of wealth and influence, what Theodore lacked was a sanctuary—a place where he could recover in peace without the prying eyes of the media or the pressures of his responsibilities. She considered alternative solutions, weighing each option against Theodore's need for seclusion and security. As the doctor outlined the care plan, Pamela resolved to find a solution that respected Theodore's desire for solitude while ensuring his recovery remained th

It was all coming together and hitting me hard. Now, running under the rain on an empty road with no home, through my blurred vision, I saw a phone booth and instantly stormed in to call the one person I knew would come to help me. My hands were shaking, but thankfully Sawyer had some coins in his pockets. I dialed the number and waited for the person on the other side to pick up. "Theodore!" The moment I said his name, I heard him grunt. "What's up? I didn't expect you to call me at this time," Theodore sounded sleepy but forced a cheerful tone.

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

Kira’s POV The cafe smelled like burnt espresso and stale alcohol. I walked past the empty front counter and slid into the booth directly across from Theodore. He didn't look up. He was staring at the amber liquid in his glass, looking like a man who had already decided to die. In my past life, Theodore was a Wall Street legend who flew too close to the sun. He made a catastrophic error, lost his clients' money, and became a pariah. But right now, he was still breathing. And I needed a ghost to do my bidding.