Theodore Payne Novels & Stories

I could sense that he was still sneaking glances at me through the review mirror so I questioned him, "What's your name?" The driver straightened his posture and replied nervously, "My name is Theodore, Ma'am. But you can call me Theo." "And how long have you been working for my mate, Theo?" "For three years, Ma'am." "So who do you report my whereabouts to? Zayn or Odessa?" His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets when he heard my unexpected question. He sputtered, "O-Of co-ourse it's Mr. Cardinal. I am very lo-oyal to him!"

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?"

SERENA “I don’t see why we can’t just walk up in there,” Theo grumbles. “Their boss is dead, what do they have to fight for?” “Now’s not the time to get cocky,” Reid warns, shooting Theo a look. “We need to stick to the plan.” Gray sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Reid’s right, we don’t want to take any chances. The most important thing is getting everybody out safely.”

To be honest, he's more beautiful than handsome. Yep. The girls are gonna be all over this one. He handed the note back to me and I took it from him, and left the principal's office. Despite my head start, he soon caught up to me. The hallway was quiet and an awkward silence filled the air. He spoke first however. "My name's Theodore Thorsen the Third. But since you'll be working for me this month, I suppose you could call me Theo," he said, his voice deeper than I expected.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

The cricket noises coming from the shrubs in the driveway and the calm music that still boomed from the club across elevated the tone of his voice and Theodore leaned forward, with the intention of locking eyes with her. “So are you coming?” He asked, a vague italian accent in his voice too. Sofia looked to him, and down his the silk shirt that was halfway buttone and then cleared her throat. “Wednesdays and Fridays, come on.” “You sound really excited playing in this club.” Sofia replied him and he lodged back into the chair. “Well, it’s a gig i got a few months back. My very first when we just starting out as a band. It’s barely a crowd but i mean it’s something. Any chance to let even one

And now this? - You know, Theodore just needs to gain stamina. Stop being needy and alone. He has a nice bank account and an excellent education, which he still hasn't finished. Maybe one day his parents will be ashamed of themselves and try to get closer. I honestly think Theo is better off without those pieces of shit. He spent 1 month in hell and two more in total solitude. The semester has just begun. He'll fit in, make friends, maybe find a boyfriend, or several before the semester is over. He's going to be fine, and the day he leaves Cornell, you and I can help him find the right place to work. If he gets a scholarship for next year, he'll save a lot of money. Who knows, in the end, he

"Trust me, he'll be fine." Theodore, known to others as a heartless grim reaper from hell, was different in Vanya's eyes. Outsiders paint Theodore as a death god from hell, leaving cruelty and bloodshed in his wake. But to her, Theodore's eyes always hold hidden tenderness. He just acts indifferent to keep everyone at arm's length.

I called him by the name Lyra had earlier, and that seemed to make him chuckle again. “You seem to be in an oddly good spirit; what the hell was that?” Kayla was a few steps away from him, asking. His eyes traveled from Kayla back to me. “I heard she was quite a badass; I wanted to experience it firsthand.” “Who are you?” I couldn't take the curiosity any longer. "Oh, sorry about that; I'm Theodore.” He flashed a smile. Damn, he should have been named Charming instead. “But you can call me Theo instead, and by the moon, I've been dying to meet you.” He hesitated. “Sister,”

He clicked a key, and a new photo filled the screen. A man in his fifties with a slick, smarmy smile and cold eyes. “He owns a key spider in the web. Silas Theodore. Chief Editorial Director of Theodore Media Group. He controls three major news outlets and a dozen of the biggest gossip blogs. He’s Arthur’s personal attack dog. For the right price, he’ll spin any story and destroy any reputation.” Zhedya leaned back, his gaze locked on the smug face of Silas Theodore. “Every structure has a weak point,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Every machine has a fuse.”