Theodore X Eleanor Novels & Stories

With a reluctant nod, she handed the box to him. Theodore carefully lifted the lid, his hands trembling slightly as he sifted through the photos. His eyes welled up as he saw images of little Asher and Alina, their joy evident in each snapshot. In some photos, Thea’s presence added to the tapestry of their shared experiences, while one photo in particular caught his attention—Alina and Elliot lifting Asher together, their faces radiant with happiness. Theodore’s expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features before he turned to the next photo.

What Theo had said felt backward to Eleanor. Leaving aside the ridiculous notion of 'looking at all of her' and 'taking responsibility,' she was only in her twenties. Compared to Theo, she was practically ancient, and he was nothing but a tiny sapling. More importantly, did this child even understand what moving in together meant? Lost for words, Eleanor hopped silently back towards the sofa on her good foot. Watching her, Theo scratched his head in confusion. Then, he lifted his own foot and began to hop along behind her, mimicking her exact movements.

Eleanor replied absent-mindedly, her eyes fixed on the window. "What about Sylora?" he continued, swiping through the photos to pique her interest. "We can go skiing over there. You always said you wanted to see the snow-covered mountains. I can hire the best instructor." "Okay." His smile stiffened, but he kept going anyway. That afternoon, a man in a tailored suit walked out of Eleanor's ward just as Harrison arrived carrying a thermal flask. Harrison paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the stranger before flicking back toward the room. "Who was that?" he asked casually.

Theodore had been the most famous actor in the world for years now, adored by millions of fans everywhere he went, yet whenever he was at home with us he still acted exactly the same as he always had, joking around and behaving like an ordinary older brother who enjoyed teasing everyone around him. It was strangely comforting. I slowly shifted my gaze away from them and looked toward another corner of the room where Ryan was sat with Eleanor. Eleanor looked like a serious student attending an important lecture. She was holding a small notepad in her hands while listening carefully to everything Ryan said, occasionally writing something down with a focused expression on her face. Two years ag

After a few moments, Theodore broke the stillness, his voice low and careful. “You know,” he began, looking out at the ocean as if the words had to come from somewhere deep inside. “Sheena was my first girlfriend. My mother introduced us when we were both younger. Sheena’s a celebrity, and her parents are business partners of my father. She seemed like the perfect match for me… someone who understood the spotlight, the pressures of being constantly in the public eye.” Nadia listened in silence, her eyes tracing the waves below them, but her mind was already working. She could tell there was more to the story than Theodore was saying, but she didn’t interrupt. He continued after a beat, his v

For a moment, people couldn't decide whether to think Rose had landed herself a great catch or if they should be envious of the Finch family for establishing such a valuable connection first. Meanwhile, Eleanor was still immersed in the revelation that the man in the corner had been Jonathan, and the woman with him was Rose. She had not even noticed Jonathan referring to Rose as his wife. At that moment, her mind was bursting with excitement. "This is simply wonderful!" Her inner delight bubbled over, prompting her to seize the moment. "Mr. Xanth," Eleanor began, her voice brimming with joy, "don't you think Jonathan and Rosie make a perfect match?" She continued, "Jonathan's capabilities ar

Writer's Pov Harrison Tolstoy and his assumed wife, Eleanor Carol walked the red carpet at exactly eight PM. They were the spotlight of the occasion, standing out in their appearance and intimacy. Eleanor, with her long wine gloves held on to Harrison so dearly. She put on a smile that was enough to capture any man's heart.

It was becoming intense, and his uncle was just a door down, so I didn't think it was appropriate for us to sleep together, at least for now. He turned his tv on, running to his N*****x app, and we decided to watch The Perfect Date with Noah Centineo and Laura Marano. It's always been one of my favorites, and technically it's a chick flick, but Russell didn't mind. As long as it meant for us to cuddle up and stay together in bed, he was ok with it.

asked Lily in a worried tone. “Nope, I don’t think so. He didn’t mention anything about her or anyone. He was just talking about things he wanted to discuss.” replied Elena honestly. “Like what?” asked Nick curiously. ‘Oh, God! Why do you have to point out everything, sherlock Holmes?’ thought Elena glaring at Nick from the backseat. “Like he is there to purchase the hospital, Theodore and him are very close since the beginning and Theodore’s wife is like sister to him. All the boring stuffs like this” Elena replied annoyedly, pretending that was the most boring conversation of her life.

Dominic's POV Monday I go to Theodore on Sutter. Alone. Emma doesn't know I'm going. I tell her I have a meeting downtown and I do, after, but Theodore is first. The shop is narrow and old and smells like metal and something careful and Theodore himself is eighty if he's a day and he looks at the ring I've brought in a small box and goes very still. "Eleanor Westbrook," he says. "You knew her." "I sized this ring for her in 1962." He holds it under the light. "She came in alone. Paid for it herself. Said her husband had terrible taste and she'd rather choose."