Theodore Nott Middle Name Novels & Stories

The part where you tell me I'm crazy, you want to go home, I've lost my mind, yada yada," he says, looking bored as ever. 'Dang, he's good, that's exactly what you were thinking,' Bo says. 'He can hear you, idiot, remember?' I respond. "What is your name?" I ask. "Hmm, a new question. Good, things are already going better this time. My name is Theodore," he responds proudly. "That doesn't sound like a very wizardry name," I say dryly. He raises his eyebrow, amused at my opinion. "Come," he says quickly, standing up.

When we all break to get back to our separate work, Theo cautiously approaches me. “Esme?” He is timid, which is a nice change of pace from all the other men lately in my life. “I just wanted to introduce myself, I don’t know if you got my name?” I hold out my hand. “Theodore, right?” “Just Theo is okay,” he smiles, shaking my hand. “I had heard around the office about your success, and I just want to say, you leave some really impressive shoes to fill for the rest of us.”

In retrospect, Sienna's death had been too swift and easy. Natalie said, "You know what? I'd even thought of a name for our child. I wanted to name him Theodore because he was a gift from the heavens. The name wasn't unique or glamorous, but…"

I said, puzzled. “Most people don’t,” Morgan answered. “Mine is Edwin,” Dutton declared. “Aww… Dutton, that was my dad’s name,” I said, tears welling up again. “I know Tiff’s is Marie.” “Paul’s is George after his grandfather,” Nathan told us. “Madison’s is Margaret after her grandmother, and Samuel’s is Edward, also after his grandfather.” “How do you remember all the random stuff like that?” Paul chuckled. “Same reason no one will play Trivia games with me,” Nathan laughed.

It wasn't until she mentioned the groom's name that I realized I didn't even know his full name. "Mom, what's Theodore's full name?" I couldn't help but ask. Mom was stunned for a while, then she chuckled. "Silly you! How could you not know your fiance's name?" I scratched my head sheepishly. "I just… never got around to asking." "He's Theodore Vasiliev," Mom said with a smile. "The youngest son of the Vasiliev family. In fact, you actually met when you were kids." "We did?" I was surprised.

“The rest of the things can be found in the books or on the internet.” “Hmm.” “I should leave now. She is waiting for me.” Ambrose said, ready to leave from there. “Lia’s brother’s middle name is the first name of their grandfathers from both ends,” Theodore spoke when Ambrose was opening the door of the library. Ambrose turned and wondered why Theodore was telling this him. “My pup will be called Griffin Ambrose Wayne.”

“Who are you?” As if it was a cue, Theodore put his hand on his chest and bowed at her. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle, I am Theodore Doyle, your new butler at your service.”

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.”

"Teddy? That's an odd name." "Teddy is just a nickname. My full name is Theodore." Teddy explained. Alistair stilled when he heard Teddy's reply. "Your name is Theodore? That's an ancient name." "So is Alistair" Theodore retorted. "Touche!" Alistair said with a smile. Alistair smirked, this boy was very intriguing. "You are quite interesting Theodore." "So are you Teddy" Alistair said. "What do you do? Play music?" Teddy asked.

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.