Goth Nerd Novels & Stories

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Nodding my head, and telling him to be more aware of where he was going and not have his head down and eyes on his phone, I walked away leaving my younger brother blushing and muttering under his breath. That kid was something. I shook my head and sighed as I walked down the hall towards the inside pool where I'd find my sister and my mate. I could hear music blasting through the speakers as I walked closer before opening the door to the pool room making the two teens glance up. Crazy= genius by Panic at The Disco was blasting through the portable speakers that were placed on a nearby table. Preston grinned before getting to his feet and walking around Luna who waved and rolled her eyes at h

His sharp steely gaze swept over his boss, noting the slight scuff on his shirt cuff, the tautness in his jaw. “You were gone longer than expected,” he said evenly, though there was a flicker of curiosity beneath his stoic tone. “Is the scoundrel still breathing?” Nero brushed past him, his coat whispering against the air. “I would love nothing more than to be wearing black to a funeral right now.” His voice was quiet but heavy with implication. “But no. We won't be adding another tombstone to the family mausoleum. Not yet,” he added with a hint of disappointment that didn't go unnoticed by Nico.

Mason I got off the bus and walked toward the school as I took note of everything that met my eyes. Most notably was probably the answer to my question; As I approached the school I watched as a large group of students parted to make way for two others to get through, and I presumed they were the Gordon Twins. The pair walked like they owned the place, the brother wore a leather jacket over a plain white tee, with black jeans underneath, while his sister wore a Purple hoodie with gold letters that said “SPQR” on it with cargo pants. They both carried themselves with the stereotypical attitude of ‘Fuck around and find out’, so, I remembered what the guy on the bus said and made a mental note

I’m grateful dance has given my thighs strong muscles and my body endurance. The bar is full of goths as usual, of varying degrees of flamboyance. Most of the kids are dressed casually with Gothic touches—black lipstick here, a spiked dog collar there, black clothing everywhere. Many of the girls are wearing corset tops, real ones with stays. All of it is expensive-looking and elegant. Black nail polish is nearly universal. I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

Jaxon. God, even his name sounded like trouble. The golden boy of campus. Hockey captain. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, hair that always fell effortlessly into place like some commercial. He was the boy girls whispered about in locker rooms. The boy I never thought would even look at me, not when I was the nerd who hid behind thick lenses and over-washed cardigans. But now, here he was, half-dressed, trousers hanging low on his hips, the room spinning with the sour, heavy scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. His weight hovered over me, warm and too close.

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.

It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down. "You're the one who's ugly, bitch." I said. Except for her, I'm sorry it's just an attitude. "I'm not a bitch! You ugly nerd!!" I don't really like it for those who will be left behind, but if they want to be angry, I won't be angry with them, it's simple.

Blood was trickling down their white skin. I closed my laptop. I didn't want to see stupid gothic stuff, what was the point of that. I'd seen a few weird gothic-looking kids at school but I didn't think they were into cutting their arms up. Sure they listened to depressing music and wore black all the time, but that was probably as far as they went. Janey crept back into my ear again. She kept whispering, 'You can change, you can change.'