Theodore Nott Middle Name Novels & Stories

"It's good to have you back, enough with the chit-chat, we have a company to run." He simply relaxes his back and squinted his eyes at Theodore. "You always loose me with that, anyways, we're not escaping this topic." His assistant, walked in and the activity of the day began. Theodore was a public figure, famous for not only his good looks but also his brain and success. His company offered the best quality of things and he handles his business with care. Knight enterprise was the top leading company in the states. Everyone could testify to it, he was known perfect and named the youngest CEO in his twenties.

“Have you?” “Only every day.” Nathan smirked down at me. “You go first.” “Okay,” I said with a laugh. “Adam.” “Hmm… Too basic,” Nathan said. “How about Leonard? Leo for short.” I made a face. “No way am I naming my child Leonard. What about… Henry?” “Oh, so Leonard isn’t good enough, but Henry is okay?” Nathan teased gently. “As if that’s any less old-fashioned.” My cheeks tinged a slight pink blush as I realized that Nathan was right. “Okay, okay,” I said softly. “What about Alvin?”

“No one Layla. They both said it at the same time. They would not tell me the truth. It was like they were hiding something from me. I let it go though. It was not important at the time. “So what does your name mean Theodore?” I asked with interest. Theodore cheezed at my question. “My name means gift of God, pious one.” He grinned as big as possible. You could tell he was proud of his name. “So your name literally means gift from God, loyal to God… Wow.. Talk about irony.” I thought some more… I did not like either of their last names. Of course my last name meant heavenly. I really wanted my family name to be on my business. In the end, I decided to give them all my last name if they wante

Also again, I couldn’t seem to look away. “What’s the occasion?” I asked, gesturing toward the bourbon with a tilt of my chin. Marcus didn’t answer right away. He stared upward, swaying slightly, the muscles in his back tight with whatever storm was brewing in him. “Theodore. Arthur. Frederick. Wilder.” He rattled off the names like a prayer. Or a curse. I recognized them immediately. “Middle names,” I said, treading carefully. I swallowed hard. “They’re all surnames, your father’s?”

He scratched his hair, his long dirty blond hair, he looked confused, and for a moment I had to pause and recall where the intimidating Theodore went. "I don't think Hardy wil- "Just help me out!" I interrupted, I didn't need to hear it. "Okay… Well, I'm not making any solid promises, but sure, maybe I can help you out." Theodore nodded, and it felt like he was nodding to himself, internally giving himself a tap on his shoulder like, sure he could do it, what was the big deal. My lips curved into a smile. "Thank you Theodore" "Just call me Theo," He offered.

Then, Theodore decided to speak up. "Hi! My name is Theodore, the prince of the demon realm. And, I am sixteen years old. What is your name?" "Hi! My name is Joshua. I am sixteen too. By the way, I am the son of the president of the demon realm," Joshua winked at him. Theodore couldn't help himself from laughing. "It was so awkward before. To break the ice, I just joked a little. Please don't mind it," Joshua said.

' Bruce asked with a stifled laugh. 'No…' 'Oh my fucking lord,' Maurice laughed. They started laughing, not even shaken by the hideous sight. 'What's the full name? Theodore? Theodosius?' 'Theodore,' Carlos chuckled. Didn't Brad call him Teddison? I started laughing too, knowing the real name. 'See, even she thinks it's funny,' Bruce laughed. 'Theodore Greg Allen, not bad.' More like Teddison Greg Allen. 'Guys, don't ever call him that, I beg you.'

How could he be too safe? "What's your name?" Theodore asked, wanting to clear the air of his embarrassment. "Najay. Nice to meet you." Najay smiled warmly and outstretched her hand for him to shake. With a small smile, he took it. "Theodore. Nice to meet you too." "Oh I know." She chuckled. "I know who you are, I mean." "Oh?"

It fit perfectly, the cool metal feeling like a permanent seal upon my skin. He stood up, his height dwarfing me again, but his expression was playful as he looked down at our joined hands. "I don't actually go by Thorne, you know," he said with a low chuckle. I blinked, the shock momentarily drying my tears. I stared at him, my mouth slightly agape. "I use my mother’s maiden name," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly. "My legal name is Theo Lawrence. I thought... well, I truly thought you knew."

The tea was bitter, not something I liked. “Do you not like it?” he asked. “It is good.” “Please don’t lie. You don’t need to lie. I won’t get angry just because you don’t like the tea I served,” he said. “My apologies, Lord Theodore…” “No, no, just Theodore is okay. You can call me Theodore,” he said. “After all, you are my sister-in-law, not someone beneath me.” I nodded. I wanted to relax, but could not completely trust him. He did not seem like someone who would hurt me, but who could tell?