Theodore Nott Fancast Novels & Stories

Theodore He was in his office, reading report before a meeting when his phone rang. “Not a good time, sweetheart.” He spoke in the phone because it was Natalie on the other side, calling from Rufus’s phone. “I only need two minutes, Mr. Hot Shot.” He put the file on the table and asked her, “Yeah, what it is?” “I wanna go somewhere. Wanna have fun.” Theodore’s eyebrows shot up. “What kind of fun?” “The kind of fun people my age do.”

Everyone was dumbfounded because Theodore was so powerful that Niven couldn't even handle his single strong blow. The sweat drops are running down from his hair to his long neck and from there down to his broad shoulder only to race over his hard-toned eight packs. His sharp muscular thighs made him look like a complete ring fighter. Every woman drooled over him meanwhile Theodore looked down at the Niven and mumbled " sorry man. Doesn't mean to be disrespectful toward you but I was running out of patience. "

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.

Theodore says pushing Jasper away from the room, so we could talk, even though he didn’t want to, he listened to his father and became our look out man. “Due to the circumstances, I can see you don’t have long to chat so what can we help you with Mr Baxter?” Pamala asks taking a seat right in front of us where Theodore was soon right beside her, all eyes going to Baxter who straightened his collar as he sat up straight.