Theodore Nott X Reader Novels & Stories

THEODORE “More… please more…” I know I must be in some form of dream world when strong and muscular hands pin my wrists above my head and against the cool brick behind me. Like always, this person has no face, but I don’t have the time to worry about that when they’re pressing me down with all that solid muscle and sea salt and mint. They shove their thigh between mine, spreading me open as hips rolled forward, slow and demanding. “I just know you’re going to be tight for me,” the low voice growls against my throat. Teeth scrap at my collarbone, sending a jolt down my spine. “Been waiting all night to ruin this perfect neck… and those perfect lips.”

"It is thick. Like cream and old wood. It is not the detox, baby." "Look at the reader," I said, nodding toward the counter. He didn't move his eyes from my face for three seconds. The power coming from him was suffocating, a cloud that demanded I give in. Finally, he turned his head. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, his thumb on my scent gland as he looked at the kit. The digital reader was still working. The progress bar was at ninety-nine percent. "What did Aris buy?" I asked, trying to distract both of us from the tension. "The Toronto shares. Is the board completely broken?"

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 said stiffly, “the internet is rife with misinformation. My wife is in America, alive and well. As for Miss Victoria, our relationship is purely professional. I intend to appoint her as the chief designer of my luxury brand.” Theodore raised a brow in mock surprise. “What a coincidence. I’m planning to launch a luxury brand myself. Seems we’ll be crossing paths.” Nathan ground his teeth, trying to suppress his frustration. This man seemed born to provoke him. “And who is your chief designer?” Theodore responded nonchalantly, “Her name is Thea.” Nathan smirked. “Odd, I’ve never heard of her in the industry.” Theodore’s pride was evident. “She’s been busy competing in an international fashi

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.

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.

“That’s good.” “You’re really okay with me?” Xavier said. “You’re not mad?” “I’m looking forward to having the older brother I should have had.” Thea felt Xavier’s emotions go haywire. Hope. Gratitude. Love. Garret looked around Xavier’s cell. His eyes stopped on the books. “I tried to get you to read Harry Potter for years,” Garret said. “What can I say? I guess it takes a heart,” Xavier said. Garret laughed. “Is it okay if I visit you?” Garret said.

Theo has an impressive organization of the kingdom's accounting. Theo doesn't seem to mind. I can tell from the papers that he has a mind for numbers. I continue snooping, sliding open a drawer. I can't say I'm disappointed when I don't discover any secret letters from lovers. Theodore seems a devoted Beta to his king and Alpha. Seems Althea found herself a keeper. I search his bookshelf for the book I need, sliding it from the shelf. I turn to leave but stop short as his bedside table catches my eye.