Theodore Payne Novels & Stories

However, he could only give him the judge’s assistant’s number. Theodore’s expression looked a bit ugly, but it was already a pretty good feat. He did not hesitate and immediately dialed the number. The phone rang a few times before the other person picked up. “Hello. Who’s this?” He could tell that the other person sounded sleepy. The person was probably woken up by his call. Theodore could care less at this point. He gave the judge’s assistant a polite chuckle. “Hello, I’m Theodore from Lane’s Group. I’m making this call because I really need your help. Don’t worry. I’ll definitely compensate you properly for your troubles.

Theo muttered. “What?” River gave the secretary a surprised look. “Nothing. And for God’s sake. It’s not Pants. Its Panks. P.A.N.K.S.” the poor man spelled it out for her. River suppressed her smile and nodded her head. “You need to be there in the office with Mr. Garner, Mr. River.” Theodore Panks turned on his heels, “You are the PA. We both need to be there in every top-notch meeting.” River face palmed and followed Theo. She was doing a puppy dance in her head.

Theo wanted him gone from Ariadne’s life, while the other man wanted him out of his own. “I’m Theodore Lee. I always achieve what I want,” Theo declared confidently as he stood before a gated property. He grinned, already envisioning the outcome they both desired.

And there he stood. A tall, broad-shouldered man with long, jet-black hair that fell down his back like ink, his eyes a brilliant stormy gray that crackled with untamed power. He wore a floor-length black robe made of something that shimmered like woven smoke, a garment that felt alive. There was a presence about him—something ancient, something unearthly. “Finally,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like a melody soaked in danger. “We meet, Serena.” Serena shot up from her seat, her eyes narrowing. “Who the hell are you?”

closed his mouth in disbelief that a model and actor came to a small boutique owned by them. "Omo daebak! Park Theo." The employee still couldn't cover his surprise, making Theo smile slightly and look at Alexa's face with one eyebrow raised. "Can you find some wedding dresses for the person next to me?" Theo asked the employee again in a soft tone. Making the employee feel his face heat up just from hearing Theo's soft voice. He shared a dream of meeting an artist, what's more, Park Theo is a man who often appears on the cover of magazine pages that are always in demand, even the clothes Theo uses always soul out in a few hours isn't it daybreak?

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.”

He is always sensitive you will have to ask him that yourself'- I didn't expect to get out easily but I was grateful that Selena wasn't a difficult person. As if on cue, Theodore walked into the arena. His distinctive long black hair gave him away. As always he was dressed like a Goth, eyeliner, jacket and boots. Well a mixture of Goth and a biker in my opinion. He looked dreamy and I was beginning to have second thoughts about leaving the house. He reached us and pull me into a hug. His cologne attacking my senses. Yesterday was the last time I saw him but, it sure felt like ages. 'Hey' he whispered in my ear.

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.