Theodore Nott Middle Name Novels & Stories

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.

I took deep calming breaths before looking up at him again. Theodore then kneeled in front of me and held my hand. "Let me introduce myself properly this time" he said. "Hi, Brielle. I'm Theodore. Theodore King. It's nice to mee you" he said. I smiled and chuckled. We're really doing this "Hi, Theodore. I'm Brielle. It's short for Gabrielle Margareth Rivero. It's nice to mee you too. I really really is" I said and we both laughed.

It's gonna take me a couple hours to unpack my stuff into my new dorm room anyway, so I have some time. I should probably begin with a little backstory, because it's pretty important to help understand the things that went down. My name is Theodore Harper. Theodore was my grandpa's middle name, and is objectively horrible. I have no idea why I couldn't have his first name, William. I coulda been Will, Bill, Billy, or even stuck with the admittedly classy William. But no, Theodore. Thank god one of my best friends in kindergarten couldn't pronounce it right, so my dad offered Theo as an alternative. It seemed to stick after that. Theo, I could live with.

"I can't wait to see them together." They spent the drive home discussing names with the same careful consideration they'd brought to choosing Robin's name, eventually settling on Theodore a name honoring no one specifically, but one they both simply loved for its warmth and timeless quality, with Nolan as a middle name in tribute to the friend who had stood beside Amelia through every stage of her transformative journey. "Theodore Nolan Blackwood," Amelia said, testing the name aloud with evident satisfaction. "I think that's exactly right." "Nolan's going to be thrilled," Damian said, laughing. "Though I imagine he'll try to downplay how emotional he actually is about the honor."

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."

I called him by the name Lyra had earlier, and that seemed to make him chuckle again. “You seem to be in an oddly good spirit; what the hell was that?” Kayla was a few steps away from him, asking. His eyes traveled from Kayla back to me. “I heard she was quite a badass; I wanted to experience it firsthand.” “Who are you?” I couldn't take the curiosity any longer. "Oh, sorry about that; I'm Theodore.” He flashed a smile. Damn, he should have been named Charming instead. “But you can call me Theo instead, and by the moon, I've been dying to meet you.” He hesitated. “Sister,”

His eyes brightened up, letting a smile sprawl across his face, "We have the same surname." He remarked. The boy whose name he just learnt was, Theodore, arched one brow at him, "We're related." "Bro, we have the same middle name, too." Toby said again, causing Theo to give him a long look. "Coincidence." He shrugged, slumping on the bed whilst trailing his eyes over to him as he unzipped his bag. "Where's your luggage?" Theo asked and Toby gestured to his bag,

“Meet that Theodore he’s talking about. See if it was the same Lycan that impregnated your mother.” I stopped. ‘Theodore…. what’s his full name?’ ‘Theodore Leones.’

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.

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?”