Theodore Nott Birthday Novels & Stories

Theodore became silent, returning his expression at her to a glare, his eyes went over to the hunk dudes waiting for Missy’s order to start breaking his bones like she mentioned. “My birthday. Which is, zero six, zero six, two zero zero three.” He said to her. Missy repeat what he said, inputting the mentioned numbers and unlocking the phone. She smiled, raising the bright face and flashing a better grin at him. “What do you want to eat? Or drink. Tell me what you want and I will get it for you.” She looked at him asking. Instead of a reply, his lifted his both hand displaying his middle fingers at her face. “Fuck you.” He mouthed audibly at her.

I’ve never felt lonelier than I do right now. There’s nothing like birthdays to remind you exactly who remembers you and who doesn’t. For most of life, the answer has been nobody. Until I met Theo. He usually celebrates with me. Even if it’s something small, he always makes an effort. Sometimes it’s a cake, a movie, dragging me out somewhere so I don’t spend the day stuck in my room. However, today is a little different. Earlier this afternoon after classes, he didn’t come home with me as usual. Instead, he said he was going out to hang out with Rick. Which is strange, because we normally spend the whole day together on my birthday.

Marcus asks. “What?” “Exactly on this day twenty-six years back, Theodore’s parents got married,” “Is it?” I raised my eyebrows. “Yes, one of the elders shared the memory with us. I think he’s blessed,” Marcus said. I nodded, looking at them. I badly wanted to ask Marcus, if he doesn’t want to have that kind of blessing but I kept my mouth shut and leaned on his shoulders. “Is something wrong?” he asks. “No, why do you ask that?”

I turned around to see him still sat on the rock taking a drink from his freshly filled water skin. "It's strange," I replied, "I never thought I'd even set foot on Pheonix territory and now it's going to be my home." "I can't say I was expecting an alliance with Alpha Brynn either. And I certainly didn't think I'd find his sister to be my mate." I smiled and shuffled so I was sat at his feet, "How old are you, Theodore?" "Twenty-six," he said. "Why?" I thought for a moment before biting my lip.

At that time, although she didn't know what Theodore was thinking and whether he regarded her as his fiancee or not, he would give her an exquisite cake every year on her birthday, or take her out to play for a day. Her aunt didn't like her very much, so after the first few years, she wouldn't celebrate her birthday for her, not to mention Josephine. However, her uncle would give her a sum of money on her birthday and asked her to buy something she liked. As for Evelyn, she always talked about how to celebrate her birthday a few days before her birthday. She was with Theodore at that time, so Evelyn would always take her to eat in the restaurant on the day before her birthday. Although the f

Alicia teased, taking a sip of the chilled bubbly, loving the tingly feeling in her throat. “I was miserable,” Theodore groaned breathlessly gazing up. “Then why did you attend?” She asked curiously. “I sort of had to,” Theo answered. “Do you know the birthday boy?” Alicia asked, wondering why he felt the need to put himself through torture if he wasn't enjoying the party. “I am the birthday boy.” He peeked at her surprised face, sheepishly. “You hired the hookers?” Alicia asked incredulously, like it would be a crime for Theodore to do such a thing. It made the shy billionaire chuckle delightfully.

At least in werewolf life. "Theodore, would you like to join us?" asks Megan. Theodore nods enthusiastically. He starts to crawl up on my lap, and I look at Bennet for help. He just shrugs. That's a lot of help. Theodore settles on my lap, wrapping his arms around my chest. He keeps nuzzling my collar-bone area. I think he likes my smell. "How old are you?" asks Theodore. "Seventeen. How about you?" I say.

Theo’s gaze didn’t waver; if anything, it grew more challenging. “Well,” Theo scoffed, his voice laced with disappointment, “Mom said I was a seven-month baby. So next month, on the 25th, I’ll be six.” I reached for Theo’s hand to calm him, but he wasn’t done. He turned back to Nathan, his face filled with disappointment. “This is why I can’t see you as my father. You don’t even know my birthday.”

another added, "Young Master Theodore is now an adult. In a couple of years, he’ll probably be at the age for a marriage arrangement. I wonder which lucky young lady will win his favor." Nathan, eager to steer the conversation toward Theodore, said, "Young Master Sanchez, I have a Sis. She’s eighteen, talented and beautiful. If you don’t mind, I could introduce you two..." Theodore cast Nathan a mysterious look. His lips curled slightly, then, without missing a beat, he took two glasses of wine from the tray and walked over to Nathan. He handed one of the glasses to Nathan and said with a polite smile, "Thank you for the kind offer, Mr. Hill. Allow me to offer a toast to you."

Theodore clapped once. Moments later, a servant appeared, holding a velvet jewelry box. Inside, an emerald pendant rested against black satin, shimmering softly beneath the lamplight. "Amanda," Theodore said, lifting it from the box, "I had this made for you. There's only one in the world. It's perfect for you." His gaze lingered, wrapping me in warmth and tenderness. "Tomorrow's your birthday. Let's spend the day at the lake with Noah and see the flowers."