Book Nerd Novels & Stories

I pull one of the books halfway from the shelf before freezing. My eyes narrow at the title and then it narrows harder. NO WAY! I turn slowly toward him holding the book upward dramatically. “Mercer Hayes,” I say accusingly. “Do you own annotated classics?” His expression remains perfectly calm. “Yes.”He murmurs. “What kind of psychopath highlights books recreationally?”I ask in a gasp in shock. “The intelligent kind.”He murmurs and I gasp out in fake offense. “Oh my God. You’re one of those.”I say smirking my lips pulling into a teasing glint.

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

“It is only for a few months. And I know you love reading… in secret. You can make good use of this opportunity.” I looked at her, then away, shy that she knew my little secret. I love literature, I love the weirdest one but that doesn't mean I should expose myself in front of everyone, especially those nerds. Finally, I nodded. "Fine. I’ll join the damn Book Club."

I heaved a breathless sigh and turned around, astounded by his behavior, I lacked the strength to debate with him when my stomach is on rampage. I toured around his house until I stumbled upon a library, my eyes broadened at the books, no, number of books lying casually, it was a fucking bookstore, except the store. It was clear that this was his personal sanctuary, a place for him to find solace and breathe freely. A man like him, is he interested in books? Excitement fueled my steps as I meticulously explored each section, discovering an abundance of science titles. He loves science? It felt like unravelling a captivating mystery to know what lies beneath this mafia Kai Eldorado’s stoned h

at a cheap price. Lin wondered whether this time he would also be lucky enough to come across another kind of old book. Lin was in the habit of collecting old books at his home so most of his friends referred to him as a bibliophile. Normally, he became happy when he got an old book on these shopping sprees. He passed by a few street book vendors in which he found nothing interesting: only cheap fictions, old journals and magazines. Suddenly, he found one vendor who had only English books laid out.

Where happy endings still exist. Julian's expression did not change. "Not every book has a happy ending." "No," Lena said, looking up at him. "But some do. And sometimes… it's worth reading to discover. There was something in her eyes that opened something very wide up inside his chest. He didn't like it. Didn't know it. And yet, he didn't turn around. He accompanied her back to the front counter. "Do you want a coffee while I wrap these?" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks.

The bedazzled look on Alek’s face worsened. Giving up, she told him, “It’s something only a book lover will understand, okay?” “What other things will only a book lover understand?” “Hmm. Fancy bookmarks. Song playlists,” she said, listing it out on her fingers. She couldn’t remember all, but those were her favourites. “Ignoring your phone to read.” “Ignoring your phone? Why?” “When a book is so engrossing, you don’t want to leave it.” Her voice lowered. “If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “

"What have you been up to all this while?" "You want to know what I've been doing in my spare time," I asked, surprised that he cared at all. My hands instinctively clamped my neck as I remembered what had happened. He was a man of different shades. "Yes" He said, looking steadily at me. "Nothing much, I've been going to the library. This place has an interesting collection" "Is that so?, what are your favourites so far?" He asked, lighting up at the mention of books. "Well, I've seen many of the classics. Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Cervantes. The novel section is divided into time periods. For some reason though, Dickens is missing and he's one of my favorites."

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

“Just wondering what kind of a weirdo works past seven.” He smirked. “You missed me?” I snorted. “fuck no.” “you’re a terrible liar,” he said softly. I ignored that and ran my fingers along the spines of his books, rows of dark leather covers, old first editions, a few titles I actually recognized. I picked one at random. The pages smelled faintly of dust and memory. “You actually read these,” I said. “Didn’t think you were the type.” He leaned back on his desk, crossing his arms. “What type did you think I was?”