Theodore Seville Death Novels & Stories

asked Hazel. “Sev told me Fred died.” “What the hell?!!” shouted all the girls. “He told me that vigilantes kill Fred and everyone was talking about it. There was going to be a meeting and non-essential people were asked to leave which meant me. Sev was Michel’s bodyguard so I thought he would stay behind but Tom stayed with him and Sev came with me.

Before I can answer, the door slams open. Theo stands there. His face is white. "We have a problem," he says. "Price just died. And right before he did, he said something to Dr. Sera." "What?" Neah asks. Theo's eyes meet hers. "He said there's a thirteenth name on the list."

Breathing hard. “Lila, listen to me. If anything happens, do not trust Adrian.” Then the sound. A crash. A struggle. His voice cutting off. The line going dead. And then Theodore. My uncle. At my New York apartment two days later. And the syringe. The fog that swallowed that memory whole. Until now. Until it all came back. Theodore sat in the front row now, dressed in a dark charcoal suit, silver hair immaculate, face carved into the perfect mask of respectable grief and family dignity.

“She’s dead. His mother is actually dead, she killed her herself before we could go for her. I heard as she shot herself. Delaney is no more.” “Wow she’s really dead?” Davis nodded in affirmation. “This is more reason to why we should take Theodore in with us.” “Fine. I will think about it, you should go to sleep.”

“How?” “This might sound ridiculous, but I was involved in his supposed death. The person who tampered with his car’s brakes was sitting right next to me. I watched as his car veered off the road and plunged into the ravine,” Theodore said, looking away. Theodore, clearly annoyed by Alden’s persistence, took a deep breath to calm himself and walked toward the small study in the safehouse. “You want to talk? Fine, let’s talk. But what I’m about to tell you could have serious consequences for you in the future. Are you ready to face them?”

"You have no age?" Theodore nodded. "Yeah, a person like doesn't have an age. I had been sleeping for years and will only wake up if there's something important to do." He stared at Soheila to see her reaction. He wanted to laugh when he saw her confused gaze. "Someday, you'll understand." Soheila just nodded and tried to process everything he said. "By the way, your brother, how did he die?" She asked. Theodore raised a brow. "Because of betrayal."

I burst into laughter. As I laugh uncontrollably, mom sat there without laughing with me. She turns to Dad, "Something is not right. Selena isn’t herself." "Selena," Dad said softly, taking steps closer to me as he took my hand on his. "Jasper is on a business trip, yes!. But Theo…..Theo is gone. He passed away in your arms. We saw him before he got sent to the morgue" My laughter stops abruptly, replaced by confusion and then terror. "No... no, that can't be right!

” He inquired, now looking more curious. There was so much debating inside of me about whether I should take the step or not, but it's still going to be for the best if I do it. Here it comes. “Serena is dead. "She is no longer in this world.” I lied to him. Theodore's eyes widened in shock and tears immediately filled them. “Serena is dead? How?” “I tried to search for her to let her know how much you missed her and wanted her back, but in my search, I discovered she was long dead.” I lied further, then I took out a photo of her where I had some people design some R.I.P. stuff.

Celine stepped toward him. "What is it?" For several seconds he couldn't answer. Then he turned the screen toward her. And the world stopped. Because staring back at them was a recent photograph. Taken less than twenty-four hours ago. A photograph of a man stepping out of a black car. A man who was supposed to have been dead for ten years. A man whose funeral had been attended by thousands. A man whose grave existed in a cemetery. A man named— Sebastian Wolfe. Celine's father.

Theodore snapped. I gasped. “What does it have to do with you? You seem really different; what is it with your reaction? Or is it now that I will be killed?” I mumbled. “If I were going to kill you, I wouldn't even be here. I would be more joyful hearing you have fallen ill,” Theodore responded. “And who said you aren't happy with the illness?” I spoke. “You and I know that you are really joyful hearing of my illness, and this is really going to be the best way I could be killed. Since you are dead,” I added.