God Bless Us All Nerd Novels & Stories

"SHE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO HAVE THE GIFT, LOREN. THE GODDESS CHOSE HER! HOW CAN YOU BLAME AN INNOCENT CHILD FOR THAT!?" "SHE COULD'VE REJECTED THE GIFT. SHE COULD'VE ASKED THE GODDESS TO TAKE BACK HER MISTAKE AND BESTOW IT UPON ME!! BUT SHE DID NOTHING!! EVERYONE!! EVERYONE ELSE AROUND ME WAS BLESSED WITH THE GODDESS MARK. I SPENT MY LIFE FEELING INADEQUATE. ALL OF YOU ALL'S FAKE LOVE AND SUPPORT MADE ME SICK. I THOUGHT I WOULD SPEND MY LIFE ALONE AND MISUNDERSTOOD."

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

"You're seriously pathetic. Always acting like some spoiled princess. Ever think about how exhausting you are? Can't even breathe without Carlo looking your way." "I'm really allergic," I choked out. "Just... give me my meds." Silence. Then laughter, meaner this time. Gianna cut through it. "Oh my God, she's STILL pretending? Carlo, please tell me you're not buying this." His boys jumped in. "Don't go soft now, Capo! Show weakness, and she'll walk all over you!" "Yeah, Capo! Put her in her place!" Whatever sliver of doubt he had got drowned out fast.

At the beginning, when Melanie first started having those so-called allergic reactions to me, I truly believed something was wrong with me. Desperate to help her get better, I panicked and ended up trusting the so-called experts she brought in, following their advice and taking herbs and supplements for half a year. It was not until later that a real doctor told me that they were too harsh and that the prolonged use had already taken a toll on my body. That was why I had lost the ability to have children. A flicker of unease crossed Melanie's face, but it vanished quickly. She went right back to acting righteous and unreasonable.

"Liv, I was wrong. Maybe I had selfish motives in the beginning, but my feelings during these three years were real. I truly fell in love with you. "Tessa secretly interfered with the fertility samples. I found out afterward, but I was afraid you would be angry, so I didn't stop it. I never meant for any of this to happen. Believe me. "My allergy is real too. I've been sensitive to women's bodily fluids since childhood, just not as severely as I claimed. With you, witnessing what happened in that factory left a psychological block that made the reaction worse. But the doctor says I'm improving. Once I lower my defenses around the woman I genuinely love, I'll never react to her again. You're

Wake Up Alone by The Chainsmokers Autumn POV All eyes were staring at me in disbelief, and I couldn’t really blame them. We were talking about Tyler Vincent after all. He was a nerd — a total nobody. It was a wonder someone even remembered him. Jess probably knew him because she was basically a walking F******k but for us, mere mortals, I doubted we would remember him even after graduation.

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.

"You are not a person, Neoma. You never were. You are the missing piece of my engine. You are the bio-regulator that will allow me to consume the Moon without burning." My hands clenched in the restraints. I tested the steel. I pulled. My muscles strained, fibers stretching. The metal held firm. It bit into my wrists until I felt the skin break. "I am not a thing," I spat. Saliva hit the glass. "Oh, but you are," Nergal whispered. His eyes gleamed. It wasn't sanity. It was the madness of a man who thought he was a god. "You are the greatest thing ever made." He pressed a button on the console.

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”