Novel & Cerita Theodore Nott Birthday

Especially Hernando, anytime he talks about being my mom’s past lover, my blood boils. He violated my mom before his brother killed her, Dad tried to save her but they murdered him too. Then they dropped their lifeless body in front of our courtyard. Just the memory of seeing her in a pool of blood, makes me shiver with rage. ~Flashback - (Twenty two years ago) Eight years old Theodore POV I stretched while yawning, the sun was already up. I jumped out of my bed excitedly, Today is my birthday and I’m so happy because I get to spend it with mom and Dad.

he giggled. I served Victor and gave Kane extra afterwards. Only after serving everyone did I dish for myself and sat beside Leo. “Are you enjoying it baby?” I asked. “Yes!” he said brightly. The door suddenly pushed open and Theodore walked inside. “What’s happening here?” his eyes darted between the four of us, “birthday meal?” I simply ignored him and focused on my food. “Daddy!” Leo beamed. “Birthday boy!” Theodore beamed in return, “I have a surprise waiting for you outside. We'll check it out after we are done eating.”

’ She thought to herself. “Fine then.” She gave a fake grin. “Rest your little head.” He kissed her forehead. “You know I don’t like you working yourself up.” “We’d better start hitting the road now, Theo. We don’t want to be late.” “Yeah, right.” He said, then let her go and headed towards his wardrobe. “Your father’s birthday is in three months,” She said. “So?” “So, are you looking forward to it?” “It’s still going to be the same old boring ceremony,” Theodore said, putting on a shirt. “I’ll get a present soon enough, if it so bothers you.”

Theodore Mark said with a proud smile on his face. Lauren blushed while Stanley chuckled. "Good evening Theo, Happy Birthday to you!" Wrenny greeted, giving him a hug whilst being careful of her bump. "Happy Birthday Old man." Stanley joked before pulling Theodore into a hug. "I'm not that old Stan, I'm only 54. Besides age is just a number, I feel as if I'm just turning 30." Theodore said, before using his fingers to stylishly smoothen his hair, to make himself look like those in their 30's.

I hit his chest with all my strength, crying, "Theodore, are you crazy? How could you do construction work for me? What if you ruined your hands? You have a better future ahead of you!" My voice broke as I sobbed out the last words. "I'm not worth all this..." He smiled and wiped away my tears, saying, "Charlotte, you are worth it. I'd give everything for you." Theodore's gaze was passionate and bright, like a beacon illuminating my entire life. That day was Theodore's birthday, and I had clumsily made him a deformed birthday cake with the flour we had at home. It was also the day we made that promise to each other. Lost in my dream, I did not want to wake up. I mumbled incoherently.

The view count is already at 89,000 from what I see at the bottom right corner of the screen. Eighty-nine thousand people. I swallow hard. “Merry Christmas, everyone,” Theodore’s voice comes through the speaker, smooth and practiced. He’s wearing a gray hoodie, sitting in what looks like his apartment. The one we had spent so many nights together in. The one we had promised to move in together after I turned 20, before he ruined my life for God knows what reasons. At that moment, I wish he would pick his call at least once, or reply to the thousands of messages I’ve sent using so many fake accounts I’ve created.

"But despite all of that, I survived. Though not completely and functionally working, because I was in a deep coma… for two years." He looked at Leonore. "Until now I am still in a coma." "What do you mean?" Leonore couldn't get a grip on the mocking words there is. She was bewildered, but she couldn't be that transparent about it. There was more to Theodore that she should know. "Sometimes I look at my body while it's lying flat on the hospital bed. I look awful when asleep, I mean for that long. Today, I was in the hospital and Nana Lucia was singing me a happy birthday. There, I confirmed that I just turned 17."

If it’s not for him, none of this wouldn’t happened. Everybody was quietly reading their books while I was doing some doodle at the back of my notebook. Spencer is beside me, the usual. “Anyway– I have some important news!” Nate cheered and suddenly the librarian hushed us. Nate bit his bottom lip in embarrassment but that didn't stop him. “Spencer’s birthday is next week,” He announced. The others give their oooh's and excitement. Well, so what if it’s his birth– wait a minute. Wait a damn minute!

The car they were in entered the parking lot of a public cemetery, your guess is correct that at this time Ruby Oliver and Martin came to visit Theo. Today is December 24, 2021, the day of the week Theo rests in peace. and today is also Theo's 33rd birthday if he is still alive. Ruby's hands gripped Oliver's hands more firmly as they returned to the place that still felt heavy to Ruby. Ruby drew a wide smile and placed her wedding bouquet on the surface of the mound of earth bearing Park Theo's name. Ruby also gently rubbed the surface of Theo's gravestone. "I came back here Theo, this time it's better than that day."

“Sofia…” “No, no, no. Don’t even try to deny it,” she said, holding up a hand. “I’ve known you your whole life, Teddy. I can tell when you like someone.” My face burned, and I looked away, hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “Sofia,” Theo said firmly, “enough.” “Relax, Teddy. I won’t tell Dad,” she added, giving me a sly wink. “But you do know he’s coming to your birthday dinner next week, right? Along with the rest of the circus?”