Theodore Nott X Reader Novels & Stories

She didn’t have such a big library, even at her father’s house. “I can’t believe it. You have made a collection of all the books that I have read in my whole life. Wait… there are new books in the collections too.” She said, looking at all the books. Because of her powerful eyesight, she could see things even when they were very far away from her eyes. “Yeah!! Well, even I inbuild a habit of reading books in my free time.” Theodore said, shrugging his shoulder. “Soooo… you like it?” He asked.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

NOAH A chill that starts at the back of my head and runs down my entire body is all I get when Theo kisses me back. I’d pinch myself if I could at this exact moment. There’s no way this is actually happening. Because when it comes to Theodore Bennett, Captain of the Frosthaven Hockey team, I expect more resistance. I find myself tightening my muscles, ready for the man to push me the fuck away from him, and then pummel me for daring to put my lips on him, before removing my mask so he knows who I am.

Ira asked in a confused tone. “Huh! I am far away from being satisfied”, Theodore said with a scoff and continued, “Nina is beautiful and she has a nice body but she can’t keep up with my pace”, he replied honestly. “On the other hand, you are gorgeous and tight! I love f*cking you and I know you love it too when I am rough with you” The corner of Theodore’s mouth twitched into a smirk when he spoke it. Ira couldn’t help but smirk.

“You can’t, all your books are on the floor.” “What crazy talks are yo spewing now, there’s nothing,”— he made swift movements with his hands and my locker opened. All my books came pouring out. I stretched my hand in front of me pushing him away till he landed on his butt. He is so rude. I didn’t realize immediately that Theodore didn’t touch the locker or the books. Neither did I realize that I didn’t touch him. “Oh shit.” The books I managed to gather fell to flow. “Oh shit is right.” Theodore forced out, looking as startled as I felt.

said Evandor in an incredulous tone. “Oh please, perfect guy! People should try different cuisine to know which one is best. Eternity is such a long time to stay loyal.” said Theodore nonchalantly while grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Not for everyone, Theo” said Evandor in a small voice. “Okay, my righteous friend” replied Theodore with an annoyed expression and moved out of his room. ................................ Author's note: Hello my lovely readers, I hope you all are doing well.

He didn’t say anything. He just held her there, his fingers still pressed into her waist, his face inches from hers. And for the first time, Theodore Thatcher—the cold, untouchable billionaire—felt entirely, undeniably real. Nadia gripped the edges of the sink tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, still tingling from the way Theodore had kissed her—no, devoured her.

Theodora's POV And it was... well, very detailed and graphic. Yeah..yeah, I know. How could a nerd read such filthy things? Even I myself am surprised by the amoung of filth I have consumed. That was why I was always hid my little secret so well no one knew. I smirked as I started to read. [He reached between her legs, separating her folds with two fingers and stroking gently. Then he increased his pace, making her shudder wildly.]

Comment below, readers. I read the comments, my heart sinking, even though I know I shouldn’t. Readers are overwhelmingly certain that DorianReed is definitely still a bad boy.

The foreword told me it had been waiting all along. I lower the pages slowly. A little after nine, Théo arrives carrying his notebook. I hand him Leo's account without speaking. He reads silently. Longer than usual. Finally he closes the pages. "The fourteen readings," he says. "Yes." "That explains the standing invitation better than anything I have written." "He is a professional writer." "I can tell." He opens his notebook and begins writing. Several minutes later he turns it toward me.