Theodore Nott Full Name Novels & Stories

The conversation—or lack thereof—seemed to hang in the air, unfinished. As the car came to a stop, Theodore finally turned to Nadia, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "Also, don’t expect me to be as cold about it as you are.” “By the way, don’t call me Nadianna. Ever again. It’s... gross,” Nadia said, her nose scrunching in distaste. “It doesn’t even feel like me. Just call me Nadia. That’s who I am.” Theodore’s cold gaze lingered on her, his face unreadable. “It’s just a name,” he replied, his tone clipped and indifferent.

“Sorry for the unpleasant incident, Mr. Bennett.” Theodore nodded, smiling gently in response. With careful steps, he decided to approach Mr. Hawthorne, who was still lost in his own thoughts. Mr. Hawthorne noticed Theodore’s presence and said, “I didn’t ask you to come.” “It was my own initiative.” “Want a drink?” asked Mr. Hawthorne without turning around. “No, Mr. Hawthorne. I came to remind you about the time. Shouldn’t you finish up and head home?” Theodore’s voice was filled with concern.

The next day, Theodore said he'd met an actor on set named Asher Jarrett. He was bright and good-looking, with a great personality and solid values. Asher was unfailingly attentive to Theodore on set. Whenever anyone came over with an unpleasant remark, Asher would show up and drive them off. Theodore was deeply impressed. He called Jacklyn to say he wanted to bring Asher to Odore so she could meet him. She was both exasperated and amused, but she said yes.

his crush rolled his eyes and they all agreed. "I'm with you on that one." Tristan nodded. He turned back to Dylan to stretch out his hand. "I'm Theodore, you can just call me Theo." Theodore. "Oh, I'm- you already know mine." Dylan took his hand and as he watched his hand disappear into the big firm veiny hold of Theodore, it only took a second for him to have dirty thoughts that dried up his throat. He swallowed hard. "Well," he turned to the others, his hold still on Dylan. "Don't let me interrupt you any further, I shall leave you to the night."

"What's your name?" "Theo—Theodore, sir." * * *

And more often than not, he did just that. Theodore, the notorious "Playboy Prince." Or, to use his full and rather grandiose title, Prince Theodore Kaid, the infamous, seductive, and impossibly handsome Prince of Khoshorbhan. The boss, and though he wasn't quite from hell, he certainly seemed to originate from a place just as dark and complicated.

Theodore Theodore was reading the morning newspaper. He usually skipped Page 6, but today he was glad that he saw it, because tucked in the bottom left corner was a small announcement. “The Notorious Greene Set to Tie Knot with Michael Archer.” Theodore rubbed his eyes and read it again. There was no picture just a small announcement that Natalie Greene was set to marry Michael Archer. Theodore immediately pulled up details of Michael Archer. He was the son of industrialist Nicholas Archer. Theodore showered, dressed, and went asked his driver to bring the car around. He arrived at Natalie’s place in precise 20 minutes, which would have taken him 35 minutes usually. His driver was sweating w

After a long moment, he whispered, “She doesn’t need to cry anymore.” “I promise,” I said, my voice filled with emotion. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure she doesn’t.” Theo glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “Why do you want my mommy now? Why do you want us now? Is it because she’s a powerful healer?” I quickly shook my head. “No, son—” “I’m not your son… my name is Theodore Jameson. I believe I don’t bear your name,” he barked at me, and I frowned. Whose surname was he given? But that wasn’t the main concern.

Admittedly he was much more alive than I expected him to be, and I quite liked his light and cheerful demeanour. As soon as he let his brother go, he turned his attention towards me, and his smile grew even wider. “Ariya! It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Theodore, but everyone just calls me Theo. My my, you’re so much more beautiful than I could have even imagined!” Flustered by his friendliness, I blushed and stuttered out a mumbled, “Thank you.”

To be honest, he's more beautiful than handsome. Yep. The girls are gonna be all over this one. He handed the note back to me and I took it from him, and left the principal's office. Despite my head start, he soon caught up to me. The hallway was quiet and an awkward silence filled the air. He spoke first however. "My name's Theodore Thorsen the Third. But since you'll be working for me this month, I suppose you could call me Theo," he said, his voice deeper than I expected.