Theodore Nott Middle Name Novels & Stories

Covering up my shock I nodded my head right away but since he wasn't looking at me I said " Yes. By the way, My name is Jeevika Varma and what's your name, Mr. Wright? " " I know everything about you from your name to your past. I guess I should start filling you with my information. Never mind, my name is Theodore Wright. I hope you start calling me Theodore or Theo from now on instead of Mr. Wright " he said but I found his words with double meaning. He's a beautiful name and his name is different from the Indian cultural names but it's common among City-H people. There're most people have foreign citizenship. I guess he's one of them.

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 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.

he chuckled. He nodded his head, "Jarek Kalon Carter. Three first names—I like it." He smiled. "Actually… more like four. I want him to have your dad's name as his middle name." I explained, and his eyes instantly looked up at me.

Under each one, there were cross-references to what he assumed were other pages in the collection. The name on top was one he immediately recognized: Johnson Nottidge. He turned to the first page number listed. Although the same name was written in large black capitals and underscored with several deep lines, the sheet was empty except for a single notation, Nathan de Vere NYT, and a date. Strange, given what Miss Bradigan had said about this guy, there ought to be loads more information.

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,