Theodore Nott Birthday Novels & Stories

Jaden said, looking at Anaisha with that charming look of his. "Don't hide anything I know for a fact that you guys might be planning something drastic here😂, prove me wrong "? Nicole laughed looking at Teddy and she smiled and blushed, all at once.😍 "Okay! It's Teddy's birthday this coming Friday and we planning something great but small" Nicole said. "What the fuck is something great but small"?🤒 Nic frowned with confusion which had some naughty facial that said he knew what she meant. "I mean it's going to be a very great time although we will small in number" Nicole explained.

But tonight felt different because she no longer felt like a woman temporarily occupying the place beside him. She belonged there. And she knew it. Theodore saw them before they made it very far. “There they are!” He stepped away from a group of businessmen and approached with a broad smile. Verity greeted him first. “Happy birthday.” Theodore embraced her warmly. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Then he looked at Quentin. “You remembered.” Quentin sighed. “I always remember.” Vivienne appeared beside her husband. “He remembered the birthday. Apparently, he forgot to tell his wife about the party.”

Tomorrow at 10am… What was Theodore planning?

After blowing out the candle, Willow managed a faint smile. Theodore hadn't come home all night. … The next morning, Willow woke up to the notification of a text message. Her sleep had been restless lately, and with Theodore gone, she had been tossing and turning even more. Groggy and half-asleep, she saw that the message was from an unknown number and nearly ignored it. But as she glanced at the message, she sat up quickly, her fingers trembling slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Jett. I didn't realize it was your birthday last night. I wouldn't have asked Theodore to stay with me at the hospital if I had known. He was only there because he felt sorry for me for being all alone in Emperia.

“Why do you look so sad, Eden?” Theo asked, his tone too worried for what should have been a happy day. Although, I had to admit, I wasn't as calm and cheerful as the birthday boy's father should have been. Our backyard was surrounded by tables of food, toys of all kinds, and children, the same ones who would be attending kindergarten with Theodore in a few days.

He was positive that Brandon would think that his coat would have both black and white instead of silver. ‘Even he has white patches in his coat.’ Brandon thought and wondered whether Theodore was a blessed wolf. “What is your date of birth?” He asked curiously. “I don’t know,” Theodore replied. Brandon didn’t ask more about it before he knew that Theodore was telling the truth. “You can choose a date of your liking and can celebrate it as your birthday,” Brandon suggested. “Any date which is special for you? For example, the day when you first met your mate or anything like that.” He explained.

Theo asked. I looked at Isabella. I didn’t know what I hadn’t ever thought of asking for my son's birthday. “His birthday is in a week and two days.” She said like she read my mind. “June 15th.” “Oh.” I said. “Well, what do you want to do for your birthday?” We spent the rest of dinner making plans about Theo’s birthday.

I say watching as Pamala opens a cupboard retrieving a white envelope and walks back over to me, the card placed into my hand before I could stop it where I spotted Baxter, looking over with a questioning look. “It’s my birthday next week and each year, Pamala and Theodore like to get me things, but I always tell them how I’m okay.” I smiled explaining why the pair of them had sprung off but do open the handmade beautiful card with a smile, all of their names looking back at me. “Nonsense, do you believe we would simply allow you to forget your birthday, what kind of people would we be?” Theodore asks returning from the back with a blue box in his hand, something else I knew right off the ba

“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.”

She shakes his head closer to the fire. "SORRY SORRY SORRY!" He yelps. "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME." She yells. He takes a breath and stays silent. "Malcom Vandenberg... Fifty seven years old-Wait a second! You almost made it to fifty eight! I couldn't forget your birthday in a week. December thirty first... New Year's Eve. Fun fact, you have the same one as my father! Amazing day for a birthday, don't you agree?"