Theodore Nott Actor Novels & Stories

A knock on the door made us all glance at it. Then a man in his mid-fifties came in with a little girl in his arms. Then I spotted Nicole who looked unwilling to come inside but her husband's hand was holding her arms tight. She gave us a professional smile while trying to unnoticeably unfasten her husband's grasp. Theodore releases his wife's arm when they are all inside, Noticing a prominent face that he is aiming to have on his good side he places his precious daughter down and offers his hand to that person.

The opening ceremony for Cynthion Group ended and people were beginning to leave; with all the cars in the way, Leon, Theodore, and the others did not notice Gilbert from the distance. "Theodore, what do you want?" Iris asked. "Iris Young, this is between me and this kid. Stay out of it. I don't want to hurt that pretty face of yours!" Theodore smirked devilishly as he scanned Iris's enticing features and seductive curves greedily. Like Anson, Theodore was one of the infamous playboys in Springfield City and was known to be as despicable as Anson.

The next day, Theodore said he'd met an actor on set named Asher Jarrett. He was bright and good-looking, with a great personality and solid values. Asher was unfailingly attentive to Theodore on set. Whenever anyone came over with an unpleasant remark, Asher would show up and drive them off. Theodore was deeply impressed. He called Jacklyn to say he wanted to bring Asher to Odore so she could meet him. She was both exasperated and amused, but she said yes.

“I couldn’t believe that she died like that! She’s too young to die!” Theodore and Claudette exchange gazes and the former spoke in a low voice. “Can I take a half day off today, My Lady?” “Be sure to finish things on time.” Theodore smiled at her as he put his hand on his chest and bowed. “Yes, My Lady.” “He’s now inside the room.”

“Tee mentioned that you wanted to start your career in the entertainment world. Why is it so? Do you even know the ABCD of Modeling or acting?” Brandon asked Theodore. “No. I’m just trying my luck.” Theodore said, blunting. “Being a rogue, I know nothing about killing someone. What do you suggest? Should I join the army?” He mocked Brandon. Well, he wasn’t planning to, but he just couldn’t sugarcoat his words. The man in front of him was taking a test of his patience and everything that he had. Maybe Brandon wasn’t wrong at his place, but it was annoying and irritating Theodore.

NOLAN STOOD BACKSTAGE WATCHING Yvonne and Theodore toss lines back and forth. They were good. Theodore had charm while Yvonne played the role of expert. She was looser, warmer than he'd seen her through the day. Though he'd only really gotten a glimpse of her as they walked from meeting to meeting. He didn't have clearance to be in the same room while discussions were going down. Was this her public persona? The face she put on for the world?

“So how did you meet my brother?” Theodore’s voice was thick from the back of his throat—very adenoidal and contrast to how tender his face seemed. He was clearly the youngest of the Baron brothers although he couldn’t be lesser than twenty three years of age. He had a clean shaven face, unlike Aaron and Oscar and he seemed less uptight to even the way he dressed. He abandoned his bags by her bedside and held Sofia’s hands across his kneeling thighs as he wrapped around a brown bandage. She exclaimed softly but only because of the pain even though he was as gentle as could be.

Axel exhale “I’m sorry bro…I know that I owe you all an explanation, but I think that can wait for now….we are here for something else right…and Mrs. Brittany…” “Phew…thank God you remembered me….thought I will just remain standing here, while you hug your friends” She pouted “Awwnnn…I’m sorry about that…..mummy” Theodore joked, as everyone laughed, making Mrs. Brittany shake her head. One thing about Theodore is that, wherever he is, is always lively, he makes everyone happy. “So back to our discussion; you are welcome Theodore, the contestant are here and the audition will start in few minute time.” She waited to see everyone’s expression

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

Progress. In the coming weeks, Damian found a way to reach my new number and hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone with texts asking us to meet. He swears he’ll give me the space I need and in the next minute, he’s doing the exact opposite. I swear it’s like that man is bipolar by default. “Then hear him out.” I flinch. “Jesus Christ!” I turn around to see Theodore standing behind me with a glass of wine in hand. He’s wearing one of those crisp white shirts and grey pants. It’s like he doesn’t know how to wear anything less than classy.