Theodore Nott Personality Novels & Stories

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."

You can't just go around hacking into people's companies. Theodore, though, appeared unconcerned. His little fingers raced over the screen. All I want is to grasp him, he said softly. Belle's heart sank. In several aspects, Theodore was quite similar to his father. His refusal to give up. His strange talent to irritate her. But then she saw it, something on the TV. A document flashed past, fast tagged "Kensington Secrets."

My Mom said. "No no, auntie! like, boyfriend, the boy is her friend" My parents looked at Leonard. "He isn't a boy, he's a man. learn to respect your elders Sofiya" My Dad scolded her. "Yes uncle" "I'll take my leave now, I still have work to do back at the company," he said to my parents. "Why don't we see you out?" My Mom said. "No it's fine, I have to hurry now." "Theo" he called to his assistant as they both left.

I gave her a small smile, letting her know I was there for her if she needed me. “I’m sorry, Nathaniel. I know I’m not good company right now. I was just rereading Tim’s letter. It’s painful to know he’s gone, and the only thing he really thought of was me living out the rest of my days. The last thing he will ever say to me is for me to live my life and to live it with another man.”

Theodore might be the cut-throat business mogul who ruled the cooperate world in Los Angeles, but he wasn't clearly someone who wants used to playing dirty. “If you want him to do what you want, then you have to find his weakness, Theodore,” I told him. “Sometimes, the best way to control people is by becoming what they truly fear.”

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.

He wiped it on his clothes and handed it to me. Our eyes met. "Bella?" he called, uncertain. I didn't recognize him at first. Mandy had already turned to look, greeting him with surprise, "Theodore, long time no see!" The name Theodore instantly brought memories to the forefront of my mind. Theodore was a senior two years older than us. Although we were not in the same major, everyone in the school had heard of his name. Handsome, effortlessly topping his class, he was the genius praised by professors. The only downside was his aloofness, maintaining a cool distance from everyone.

"She's right, you definitely are sounding like a wuss. First of all we don’t talk to our dear Liz like that and then we don’t get all down and mope all over the place like this job is what's holding our life together" "Little Theo..." I sigh... They're definitely right, I’m behaving like a wimp and I need to grow up. I'm Theodore Adams and literally own my life, no bi$h is gonna fire me unless… I resign first! "That's the spirit!" little Theo cheers and I gain more confidence

And I knew it could only be one person. “Theodore” I didn’t have to ask if he’d seen everything. The look in his eyes told me he had. But unlike Nolan, Theodore didn’t wear his emotions like open wounds. He was buried deep, locked behind years of discipline, power, and pride. Still, his jaw was tight. “He didn’t sense me,” I said. “Because I made sure he didn’t,” Theodore replied, his voice calm but clipped. “You were standing too close.” “I wanted to get some air; I didn't know they were here.”

Wait, was he the only fool here? So, that shattered heart on the ground—it was his? Ha. It was no wonder they called Finnegan a model soldier. Even if the world crumbled around him, he remained unshaken. But in reality? Theodore was pretty damn sure Finnegan was holding himself back with everything he had. If it weren't for Elara, he'd probably have rushed forward and punched that rascal Lesley twice already. Theodore took a deep breath. He needed to learn a thing or two from Lt. Lloyd. If he wanted to be the perfect homewrecker, he had to build up some patience!