Theodore Nott Personality Novels & Stories

Progress. In the coming weeks, Damian found a way to reach my new number and hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone with texts asking us to meet. He swears he’ll give me the space I need and in the next minute, he’s doing the exact opposite. I swear it’s like that man is bipolar by default. “Then hear him out.” I flinch. “Jesus Christ!” I turn around to see Theodore standing behind me with a glass of wine in hand. He’s wearing one of those crisp white shirts and grey pants. It’s like he doesn’t know how to wear anything less than classy.

“I have a task for you.” “Anything, sir,” Kevin replied instantly. He watched Theodore’s hands move swiftly over the cube — the colors turning, aligning, twisting in rapid motion. Kevin had worked with Theodore for years, long enough to know this man was far from ordinary. His brain worked faster than most people’s, his logic sharp, his instincts even sharper. He was a man of few words, a perfectionist, and someone who despised failure. Everyone in the company feared Theodore Knight — and rightfully so. Behind his calm exterior and good looks was a mind that missed nothing and tolerated no nonsense.

His love for her was genuine. However, Thea was introverted and especially shy when it came to expressing her feelings for the opposite sex. She felt very embarrassed by Theo's overt displays of affection. She grabbed Theo's hand and shook it vigorously, saying, "Theodore, please stop. Let's go." Theo finally stopped sharing his desires. "Let's go, we're going home!" Theo exclaimed excitedly. Nathan was old and had a reserved personality. He was speechless about Theo's childish show-off behavior.

“Tee mentioned that you wanted to start your career in the entertainment world. Why is it so? Do you even know the ABCD of Modeling or acting?” Brandon asked Theodore. “No. I’m just trying my luck.” Theodore said, blunting. “Being a rogue, I know nothing about killing someone. What do you suggest? Should I join the army?” He mocked Brandon. Well, he wasn’t planning to, but he just couldn’t sugarcoat his words. The man in front of him was taking a test of his patience and everything that he had. Maybe Brandon wasn’t wrong at his place, but it was annoying and irritating Theodore.

Dare I say, he's even sweeter than Grimsborrow's white knight. "Theodore says a lot of crap. I'm guessing you believed him. He's the good guy. The saint everyone trust. Theodore has done nothing wrong to anyone." He sounded more defeated than annoyed. I've always seen Theo as the pinnacle of nice guys. He's so sweet. No one has anything bad to say about him. And if they did, who would believe them? "I told him that the person he's talking about doesn't sound like you." Griffin bats a lash at me. I found myself feeling mildly disturbed by the shock and drop of his jaw. Like he expected me to say something else.

His voice was steady, almost gentle, as he dissected the situation for her. "But there are some things that you feel may not be the truth. After all, Theodore is the CEO of a major corporation. He even turned down the inheritance of his family's Empire Global conglomerate to build his own empire, Wang Corporation." "Obviously, he's no ordinary man. And that means all things he does... are not something we can predict." Richard leaned in slightly, his words deliberate. "So, Sigourney, all I'm saying is, Theodore is not a simple man. You shouldn't trust him too much... or lean on him entirely."

Unless it was professional or situational, she doesn’t really find herself conversing with a man. But Theodore made it easy. He spoke as if they were business partners, siblings, old friends and even sometimes lovers, and she had only had one day to talk to him. The way he talked about business as if it was a hobby was intriguing, and the way he would randomly compliment her about something would drop a hint of comfort and appreciation in their interaction. He was a people person. He knew how to get around with words. But as for being a personal stripper? She couldn’t do it.

The next day, Theodore said he'd met an actor on set named Asher Jarrett. He was bright and good-looking, with a great personality and solid values. Asher was unfailingly attentive to Theodore on set. Whenever anyone came over with an unpleasant remark, Asher would show up and drive them off. Theodore was deeply impressed. He called Jacklyn to say he wanted to bring Asher to Odore so she could meet him. She was both exasperated and amused, but she said yes.

“That’s actually kind of rude for Lucien, don’t you think, My Lady?” “He’s annoying and a pain on the neck to be real honest but I have to keep him around.” That’s the reason why you decided to homeschool yourself. Theodore thought. “But it’s actually a good way for business, My Lady.” “Right,” Claudette muttered, obviously getting tired of thinking that she’s actually going to deal with people. “Uh, My Lady, can I excuse myself? I actually need to go to the restroom,” Theodore said. Claudette made a face and nodded. “Finish at five.”

Theodore doesn't talk much about himself, so Soheila doesn't know much about him. Theodore held his waist. "I don't have any parents. I am born without a parent. I don't like any kinds of seafood, I like..." He stared at her. "I like...? Come on, finish it." Soheila urged. Theodore smirked. "Well, try to find it out yourself."