Theodore Nott X Reader Novels & Stories

I turned around to see him still sat on the rock taking a drink from his freshly filled water skin. "It's strange," I replied, "I never thought I'd even set foot on Pheonix territory and now it's going to be my home." "I can't say I was expecting an alliance with Alpha Brynn either. And I certainly didn't think I'd find his sister to be my mate." I smiled and shuffled so I was sat at his feet, "How old are you, Theodore?" "Twenty-six," he said. "Why?" I thought for a moment before biting my lip.

Then they took the bulldozer and headed straight for the men’s toilet Theodore was so immersed in his book, he didn’t notice the sounds the bulldozer was making, until it came crashing through the walls and stopped directly in front of his stall. “OH My God!! Please don’t kill me! I’m in here! I beg you, I’m the only son of my mother!! I haven’t banged enough chicks yet, I haven’t found the right one who can tame me!” Theodore spluttered and he came out of the stall, and his eyes landed on the bewildered workers who were about to go for another shot “Why can’t I ever have peace when reading this damn magazine!” I whispered as I crumbled the magazine in my hands

“With the description you gave me, I found out what attacked you and Amber.” He brought out a book, opened a particular page and gave the book to me. I collected the book as my eyes scanned through the opened page. The book looks old, like an ancient book. Theodore is known to value old stuff. He's a great philosopher who loves researching, and creating new theories with old ones. “This is exactly the creature that attacked Amber and I,” I said in bewilderment as I stare at the coloured image in the old book. This particular one looks scary, huge, bigger than the one I killed.

Theo asked, suddenly he saw the reflection of old Nathan in the current Nat. Nat, who heard this, smiled in return and said, “I think the time has come when you remove the mask of that Theodore, which is not you in real.” “What do you mean?” Theo asked with a frown on which Nat said nothing, just passed him one file. Theo took the file from his hands and opened it. He read it, and the moment he reads its content, he becomes shocked.

I pressed the heel of my shoe into his back, then eased off so he could breathe. He looked up, his mouth red and wet. "Am I… Is this working for you, Dr. Winters?" I arched my neck against the chairback, stretched my arms overhead, and forced my pulse to even out. "It would work better if you stopped using your teeth." Theodore wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, embarrassed. His long eyelashes spiked with tears from the effort. I fanned the file I'd been reading, flipping a page for effect. "Try again, and no grazing the clit this time."

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

Writers are weird. I find it rude of him to come to my house, a house I pay for by the way, and shamelessly tell me to tone down the volume. Who the hell does he think he is? " I'm Nate Sharpe, " he stretches his hand. Wait, Nate Sharpe! TjNate Sharpe! I shake his hand forcefully and dramatically, making him laugh." I love your books. But my best of all time, SCARS. I cried the whole week when Ella died." Okay, I'm lying. " It was so... Unpredictable. I didn't see that coming."

“Theodore… I’m so sorry. I overslept. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I—” He slowly closed the book, marking the page with a finger, and looked up at me with those cold, unreadable eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied me for a long moment, his gaze piercing. I swallowed hard, my palms sweaty again. “I’m ready now. If you still want to go… I can be ready in two minutes. I’m really sorry.” Theodore set the book aside on the side table and stood up smoothly, his cold eyes still fixed on me. “You’re late,” he said flatly. “Our plans might have to change because of that.”

Then he headed down to the living room. Theodore and Jonathan were in the living room reading a newspaper. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” They indicated that they didn’t sleep well, they were thinking about their sister-in-law and the babies. He told them that he was tossing and turning, blaming himself for bringing harm to his daughter in love. The Housekeeper and Tamara were busy preparing breakfast. Theodore was reading the newspaper aloud. They were shocked when they saw the first page. It was about how the Edwards Group was founded.

Theodore It was a Friday night and Theodore had nothing better to do. He gulped down the bitter cognac and looked around but Lionel wasn’t anywhere. In the past few months, Theodore had not visited “Control” at all. First, he loved Natalie and there were no women here now who could interest him.