Theodore Nott Personality Novels & Stories

Theo said it like those were the most important qualities in a man. “Look at me…” He fixed his shirt collar. “I’m handsome and neat. Any woman would be lucky to have me as their baby daddy.” He sounded so confident that I couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. Up until today, I thought the only thing wrong with Theo was that he was a prince and had an unhealthy obsession. But now, after hearing those words, something was added to the list. He was a self-centered bastard. Narcissistic, I could tell.

She believed Thea could change her precious grandson’s character, and for that reason, she saw her as an extraordinary woman. Naturally, she regarded her with a favorable view. “Thea, my grandson Theodore has a very cold personality. He’s like a block of wood, sometimes grumpy and distant. But deep down, he’s very kind. Since you’re his friend, please be patient with him. When he’s being difficult, try not to take it personally. In the werewolf - centered family - member - description and plea - for - understanding, this is her statement.” Thea stared at her, somewhat dazed.

Theodore—it was about navigating a web of powerful, calculating people who had been living this life long before her. Miranda gave her a reassuring smile. “Just stick to the story, Ms. Nadia. Be confident, and keep everything simple. If you can do that, you’ll be fine.” Nadia sat quietly, absorbing everything Miranda had shared about Theodore’s family. There was one thing she still needed to know. “Miranda,” she began cautiously, “what’s Theodore really like? What kind of person is he?” Miranda paused, considering the question. “Mr. Theodore is driven, focused. His work and his company are his life. He’s always thinking ahead, planning for the future.”

I scoffed but didn’t waste my time disagreeing with him. Lex pointed a fry at me. “And let’s be real, Mr. Ashford’s type is usually models who don’t talk back or ambitious twenty-seven-year-olds who want an introduction to his Rolodex. Thea’s sweet, yeah, but she’s… I don’t know, not very exciting in my opinion.” He stole a glance at me before going forward, “She’d drive him insane within a week.”

“Still, he must have gotten daddy’s money to fund it all.” “Not at all,” she said, shaking her head. “Theodore never took a penny from his father. He built and scaled everything on his own. He’s really that intelligent.” “Is that so?” I blinked, feeling intrigued. I sipped my drink and glanced at him again. Theodore, unlike his brother Maximilian, didn’t seem even slightly bothered by all those girls. He stood a little apart from the crowd… too calm, composed… and I couldn’t help but admire his handsome face, those striking green eyes that somehow looked both sharp and kind.

Theodore Burnett was invited to a convention by his old colleagues. He felt so entitled and recognized even though he was just requested as a guest like the others. His narcissistic behavior always gives him a sense of importance. Like he is always better than everybody else. But in reality, Theodore is haunted by his flaws and imperfection. He despises seeing people around him accomplish things that he couldn't. He's never happy when someone else takes the spotlight. "Welcome one and all to the annual Engineer Convention." The host announced as the convention started.

The photographer was still snapping the pictures when Theodore turned to him, and smiled for the camera, before snatching it away from him, and handing it to his man. Theodore was not a mafia lord. He was not a King either. He was a business tycoon, Theodore Gilbert, whom Natalie had dared to defy. He was a respectable man who was looking at her as if she was soon going to be cast away into hell. He was the devil incarnated in that moment. Theodore walked to her with slow, confident, panther-like steps. He was still in the suit he was wearing last night in the picture that was printed in today’s LA Times.

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.”

I was about to open my mouth but I felt Theo squeeze my thigh and calmly raise his head, but if you paid attention, you could see his veins popping from his neck, oh he was angry, really angry, yet so calm. "It's not stupid, having a vision so different from yours isn't stupid and who I sleep with isn't of your business, mother." "Vision! You call what you're doing vision? Theodore, there is no vision in what you're trying to build, there is no win, on a dead end and the devil's asshole!" Well, what is Theo trying to build and most importantly, he didn't adopt his calm manner from his father for sure, the looks yes but personality no.

Elliot is the sweetest of them all, he is handsome, as in the boy next door kind of vibe, and he is sweet, he talks to me, and most importantly, he listens and cares. “I’m going out”, Theodore says as he walks past me in the living room towards the door. “Can I come?” I ask in hope that he will talk to me. His eyes scan my body, and I see nothing, he doesn’t even flinch, his stare is cold, and I can’t read what’s on his mind, and there was me thinking I was good at reading people.