Fantasy Nerd Novels & Stories

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

He was a top student favored by the teachers, but his poverty and those ragged clothes made him a joke fodder. In contrast, she was the princess and center of attention. She liked him, but she feared mockery for crushing on a broke nerd. That hidden affection twisted into intensified bullying and disdain. She naively thought no matter how wild she got and how she stomped on his feelings, he'd be there waiting. She laughed until she cried, realizing she indeed wasn't worth my liking. At the same time, I'd leave my toxic family and old wounds behind. Lumina's operations boomed under my lead. My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets.

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

Okay a little rewind Remember how I told you Frankie's dream is to become president Well that dream is about to be crushed by Wendy, meanest nerd ever In books and movies,nerds are usually bullied or are seen as the good guys Not this fiction novel, nerd here are mean, evil, grumpy and only care about winning Frankie meets her at her campaign spot"Great speech I really admire how you just took my spot light like that" "You might be dressed smart or for the part but truth is this place ain't for illiterate so why don't you go back playing with pums pums with the other illiterate"

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I ask pointing at this book. “This book isn’t a fairy tale,” he looks away. “It's a tragedy. Anyway,” he holds out his free hand. “My name is Evander. I live just outside the woods. If you ever want to get together and talk about books or fairy tales or play some DnD just let me know.” He grins warmly. “It looks like you could use a friend.”

“Doesn’t matter. But Lena’s different—she’s a nerd, right? A super hot nerd, but still a total nerd all the same. So…” “So what the fuck do nerds like?” I scratched the back of my head, swearing under my breath. I wasn’t good at this romance shit. It felt foreign and hard, my mind racing through her colour-coded notes, the books, how way she reorganised my shelves, muttering about reports and deadlines and whatever the fuck. “Great question. Have fun figuring that one out on your own.” I started to walk away. “Sure. Thanks for the half-assed advice, man.”

I play along with a matching smile. "C'mon you should get going." Tin pushes me out of the room. "Enjoy all the time you have before it's twelve midnight." "Why?" I pop an eyebrow at her words. "Cause my magic fades Cinderella....remember. am your fairy God mother." She rolls her eye. She will never change. "You kinda sound like a motivational speaker there." I tease then climb down the stairs. "I know I should probably be one." She calls after. 'that would cause more harm to the poor society.'