Theodore Nott Actor Novels & Stories

He asked Leo was startled and saw Theodore by the door with a confused face "What does it look like I am doing?" Leo retorted "You look like you are watching a movie." Theodore said "That's because I am." Leo said "On Ryan's wedding day of all days? And you why aren't you there you know, being the best man and all?"

Theodore laughed proudly at her praise and shrugged. “I know, right?” Lucas looked at the two of them for a moment as if he was witnessing a conversation between two completely insane people before shaking his head in defeat and returning his attention to arranging the decorations on the table. 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.

Ryan Edwards "Did I do well? Was I convincing enough" Theodore asked excitedly "Yeah buddy, your acting was top notch" I said smiling He was even more excited than I was "It's good to see you finally get attracted to someone" he said taking a seat “Throughout my years of knowing you, I have never seen you show any kind of attraction to women. I almost thought you were gay” Theo said laughing

Keys, a woman who is in her thirties looks at me, before nodding. She understands the eye contact that I give her, because she bows, and excuses the room. Every staff in this mansion has signed an NDA contract not to rattle whatever goes on in this mansion, to the outside world; Theodore West is an amazing husband, charming, generous, the kind of elderly man people would call a gentleman. But to us, he is simply Theo, a deadbeat man who would sit on the chair and get drunk with expensive alcohol while eyeing the staff, because he can’t keep his mouth closed and his knickers zipped.

"Now, if you can." I sat down, my eyes fixed on the blank monitor as the system processed the secure link to the hospital in New Delhi. A few minutes later, Theodore's face filled the screen, thinner than I remembered, lines worn deep into his skin, with medical tubes running along his left arm. But his eyes found the camera lens and held there, steady and clear. "George," he said, his voice thin but present through the speaker. Something in my chest tightened at the sight of him. The old king of the Hawthorne empire looked fragile in that bed, stripped of his suits and his boardroom armor. "You look better than the last report suggested," I said.

He doesn’t look old, but one can tell he was not young; his face held a calm and welcoming smile as he stared at me. “Thank you, Mr Blackwood—“ “Nonsense. You can call me Theodore, or Theo, like your mom, here I don’t mind.” He corrected. “We are family, so I see no reason why you shyly call me so professionally,” Mr Blackwood—no, Theodore said, and all I did was nod. “Thank you for having me here, I promise to leave as soon as I—“ “You are not leaving,” Theodore cut in. “Pardon,”

“Alright, five-minute break. Go grab some water.” Theo smiled at me lovingly, tenderly pulling my free hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles. “I said grab some water, not some nookie,” Bennett teased. “Ugh, your disturbing level of cutesie love is going to make me vomit.” He made a mock retching noise, then disappeared ahead of us into the house. “Speaking of vomit,” Theodore interlaced our fingers, guiding me toward the back door, “how are you feeling today?”

He was pretty much very good looking but I wouldn't say he was half as good looking as I was even though that sounded like a very cocky thing to say. "Pardon me," Theodore said, glancing at me and then at Alice. "He's your husband right?" he asked. Alice chuckled lightly before she walked toward me. "Yes, he is my one and only hubby and the love of my life," she responded. Theodore walked closer to me and stretched his hands forward for a handshake. Alice nudged me and I shook his hand. "It's nice meeting you. I'm Theodore, a friend of Anna's and I must say that your home is very beautiful," he complimented with a smile on his face.

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.

“Sorry for the unpleasant incident, Mr. Bennett.” Theodore nodded, smiling gently in response. With careful steps, he decided to approach Mr. Hawthorne, who was still lost in his own thoughts. Mr. Hawthorne noticed Theodore’s presence and said, “I didn’t ask you to come.” “It was my own initiative.” “Want a drink?” asked Mr. Hawthorne without turning around. “No, Mr. Hawthorne. I came to remind you about the time. Shouldn’t you finish up and head home?” Theodore’s voice was filled with concern.