Theodore Nott Birthday Novels & Stories

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”

He was ecstatic after knowing that he would be going to the realm of demons that too on his best friend's birthday. “I’m looking forward to my gift, angel. Don’t forget it," Theodore reminded. “I already have it prepared. I’ll bring it with me tomorrow to the realm of demons,” Joseph replied. He would never forget his best friend's birthday and the gift. He was nervous about the gift that he had prepared. It took him about 2 weeks to make the gift for Theodore. It was December 5th. The day of Theodore’s birthday. The day when all the demons in the demon realm were dressed and busy decorating the demon realm for a huge celebration.

I say, giving Ted a tight smile. “On October 28th, Tony’s Birthday,” Betty answers. “That is the day after Sophies,” I tell them. Bill fiddles with his phone and smirks. “Her 18th is on a Saturday, his is Sunday.” Ted and Betty both chuckle. “It would be nice if hers was a Friday, his a Saturday. They wouldn’t miss school,” Betty laughs. “Why on earth would they miss school?” I ask, making them spill over their words a little.

Theodore himself wore a red shirt under a black coat — bold, deliberate, attention-seeking. His lips curved into a sinister smile as Anastasia slowly stepped forward. “Happy Birthday, Anastasia,” he said smoothly. “I couldn’t resist flying over in my private jet.” Her response? Pure venom. “Why the fuck are you here? What are you plotting this time?” Strangely… That calmed me. So she wasn’t happy to see him. Good. “You should’ve replied to my message,” Theodore chuckled. “You know I never miss your birthday.” And then—

Even though I was still trying to wrap my head around that, I felt oddly comfortable around him. Daisy paused for a moment, probably noticing the concern in my voice. She smiled and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, he’s fine, don’t worry. It’s just—ugh, men! Anyway, today is his birthday.” “What? His birthday is today?” I asked, my brows furrowing as I quickly reached for the new phone Theodore had gotten me. I opened the calendar, scrolling to today’s date. April 10th. It was indeed his birthday. Nobody mentioned it at all—not even the maids who liked to gossip.

“I...uh...nothing, ma’am.” “No. You said it’s Nathan’s birthday?” The older one nodded hesitantly. “Yes, ma’am. June twenty-fifth. He doesn’t celebrate it… hasn't for years.” My heart sank. If I’d known… If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let him wake up to just a teasing joke and a pillow in the face. I would’ve done something. Even a stupid cupcake with a candle. Or breakfast in bed. Or anything other than making it another regular day.

He replied, "My actual birthday is today. The one before is agreed upon by the fans." He had never announced his actual birthday, so the fans decided upon this date as his birthday. Instead, his real birthday was actually on this day, so he wondered how Olivera had gotten hold of his birthday. Anyway, Nathan thought that it didn't matter if he celebrated his birthday or not. Hilda sank into silence and recalled the contents of Nathan's photo album. There was only one photo of Nathan's eighteenth birthday celebration. She was silent for a while, but Nathan brought up another topic. "Last time, you wrote me a love letter on my birthday.."

“But, Nina. It’s my birthday party.” Theodore, who had been sweeping near the entrance, lowered his gaze immediately. Customers rarely spoke to him unless they wanted him to move out of the way. But then she turned. “You work here, right?” she asked brightly. Theodore glanced behind himself first, genuinely wondering if she meant someone else. Her brows lifted. “Unless you’re passionately sweeping for recreational purposes.” Despite himself, he let out a small laugh. It startled him. “Uh… yes,” he answered quietly. “Good. Then you can save me from a floral crisis.” She walked toward him with complete confidence, holding up two bouquets. “Which one says ‘happy birthday party’ and not ‘my weal

So I hoped that Theo would get his wish. On his birthday, Theo woke up early and changed into his favorite outfit. He then asked me cautiously, "Mommy, Daddy will be coming back to celebrate my birthday with me, right?" "Of course," I said, gently comforting him as I texted Nathan. "It's Teddy's birthday today. Where are you?" I sent the text, but I never got a reply. It was as if I were texting a blank wall instead. Theo lowered his head, tightly clutching the ribbon on the cake box.

As soon as I knocked, the door flung open. “I came to check how he is doing,” I said to Briar who stared at me blankly. “Come on in.” Theodore sat up. “I am sorry for cutting your trip short, I’m sure you must have been having so much fun.” I walked closer to him. “No, it’s fine.” “Levi’s birthday is in three days,” Theodore continued, in a low voice. “I am planning a small party for him. He has not celebrated his birthday since his…mom…”