Theodore Nott Full Name Novels & Stories

With his high class aura and cold attitude, Edward was feeling unsecured, thinking of the man as a potential threat to his reputation. "I'm Edward. Edward Arnold." He couldn't help but murmur it out in loud tone, thinking his name will win him any influence. "I see." Short and curt reply. "And you are?" Edward asked him with curious eyes. He was now genuinely intrigued by influential man infront of him. The man looked at him with an intense stare, causing Edward's anger to dissipate in matter of seconds. He wasn't having good feelings from this man. "The name's Theodore. Theodore Alexander." His powerful name, unconsciously caused Edward to straighten his spine.

he said stiffly, “the internet is rife with misinformation. My wife is in America, alive and well. As for Miss Victoria, our relationship is purely professional. I intend to appoint her as the chief designer of my luxury brand.” Theodore raised a brow in mock surprise. “What a coincidence. I’m planning to launch a luxury brand myself. Seems we’ll be crossing paths.” Nathan ground his teeth, trying to suppress his frustration. This man seemed born to provoke him. “And who is your chief designer?” Theodore responded nonchalantly, “Her name is Thea.” Nathan smirked. “Odd, I’ve never heard of her in the industry.” Theodore’s pride was evident. “She’s been busy competing in an international fashi

He paused thoughtfully. “Who do you think you are to budge into my house and insult me?” Jonathan shouted as spurts of saliva escaped his mouth, making Theo sprout a disgusted look. He pushed his seat further back just to irk the man. “I am Theodore Cavill.” Theo retorted simply. “Your daughter's husband and the father of your grandchildren.” “Husband?” Jonathan frowned, his eyes automatically going to Theo's ring finger. The nerd saw this and raised his hand for the man to see as he played with his wedding band.

Theo's large, cloth-wrapped hand felt very rough as it welcomed her. "Theodore Witson. I've often asked you to call me T. But it seems my words creep into your left ear, out the left again. Halfway through it's already bouncing out, unable to be digested by the brain." "We just made peace, don't let me kick you out of here." Rose hissed with a sardonic look. "First, Theodore being called Theo is a four-letter word. If I call you T, only one letter is said. I don't want to, it makes me feel like a lazy person. Secondly, I don't want you to organize me."

He made a few polite remarks to her, as if to hide his angst, and then scurried from the room. “Who is Margaret Sheehy?” “Do you want me to tell you about her or about me… us?” “There’s an us?” she gasped. He chuckled and took her hand in his. “Yes, my darling. There is an us.” He studied her face for a moment while he thought about how to begin. “My full name is Theodore Jeffrey Justinson, but my friends call me Theo.” “So, they are your friends?”

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

They saw the potential for us to unite, not just as a family, but as a squad of go-getters that might support each other towards a future filled with wins. We were not exactly best buds, but their names were etched in my memory. Take Ted, or as they like to call him, Teddy—short for Theodore Burnham. His old man was in charge of this massive hotel empire, you know, "The Burnhams Hotel," that stretched across the globe. The Burnhams had made quite a name for themselves. .

She wordlessly took the cutlery from Lyla. But, a phone call made them completely lose their appetite for food. The moment Theodore’s phone rang, he and his family frowned. Their expressions turned dark. Apparently, they somewhat disliked answering that particular call. Still, Theodore had to pick up the call. It was from his assistant. “Mr. Lane, I finally got through to you!” Theodore’s assistant was smart. He had not stopped addressing Theodore as Mr. Lane even to this day. He privately addressed Theodore as Mr. Lane.

I joked to lighten the mood. “You bet I will,” Thea said proudly. “It's crazy how he is my boss and your….” Thea thought about her words. “Well your baby daddy for now.” The door to the penthouse opened and I knew it was Theodore. He walked to the living room spotting us and Thea quickly jumped to her feet. “Evening, Mr. Maxwell.” Theodore nodded politely in her direction. “Relax. No need to be so formal when we aren't at the office. You can call me Theodore,” the man added.

Perhaps the first thing she should do in this life was open her heart and accept him. The one person who had the power to protect, shield, and care for her. Sigourney rose to her feet and stepped outside. Let's go find him in the study. The study door creaked open as Sigourney stepped inside. Every single document was meticulously arranged, the furnishings sparse yet elegant. Her gaze fell upon Theodore, fast asleep at his desk. He had probably worked late into the night and drifted off in exhaustion. Theodore was the eldest son of the Wang family. Though his family was obscenely wealthy, he had refused to inherit their fortune and instead built his own empire from scratch.