Handsome Nerd Novels & Stories

An alpha such as him should be devouring flesh. The thought of a rare steak excited him, and he vowed to have one sent up before night's end. Seeing his own reflection in the window, he adjusted his wavy hair. Like everything else with him, his hair had to lay perfect. Over six feet tall, with shoulder length dark hair, he knew he had a swimmer’s build. Broad shoulders that tapered to a thin waist, he looked as though he put many miles in the lap pool. His muscular stomach was easy to hide when he wanted in a large sweatshirt, giving off the impression of a tall skinny nerd. The scholarly non-prescription glasses that he used to mislead humans completed the look.

I couldn't remember anything about this Zane, but I was thinking about him, too. "I was kind of a nerd in school." "Kind of a nerd?" "Yes" "I need pictures." "I can get you just one," he says, like he is making a deal. "Deal," I say, mimicking his tone, and we both laugh lightly. "And I had only one girlfriend my entire life." I don't know if I should be happy or sad or if I should ask why. He was not ugly. I was not being fair; his name and ugly being in the same statement was a crime. He had the face and body of what I thought a superstar god would look like.

“I think you got the wrong nerd.” His brow furrowed. I pressed on, sensing doubt creeping in. “No one fails my assignments. You must’ve given yours to the other nerd—the one that kinda looks like me.” “The other nerd?” His grip loosened slightly. I sucked in a quick breath. “Yeah. Robbie. He is Latino. Black curly hair. He never takes off his glasses. Biggest difference? He’s got a mole on his nose. Me?” I forced a grin. “Flawless.”

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

Just as one of them reached out to push me again, a voice interrupted them. “Leave her alone,” a male voice reached my ears. Before I could turn to see who it was, the guy was already in front of me, standing in between me and the warriors. He wore glasses and looked like a typical nerd. Only he was tall, with a lean athletic build and he was ravishingly handsome. The way he carried himself, I knew he must be super intelligent. “This is the 21st century, you should pick on someone your own size,” he snapped to the warriors, who looked like they wanted to say something but decided against it. They flashed me a glare, before they walked away, muttering as they did.

Xavier stared at her, “yes, I am a nerd.” “What?” She nearly shouted, her jaw dropping on the table as she stared at the boy in front of her. His shoulder length black hair with purple tips, his deep brown eyes and obviously, his sexy black leather jacket. If he is to be anything, it should be a high school bad boy, not a nerd. “You seem surprised.” Xavier said. “I am surprised.” “Why?” “You don’t look like a nerd.”

The nicely styled short hair, the long sleeve black t-shirt that had his headsets running across to reach his black jeans, the black boots… He had his sleeves up a bit and the hard look on his face made him less approachable but very sexy. “I’ll be fine.” I told Ken. Ken on the other hand looked a lot like the type of guy parents would encourage you to get closer to. He was the popular kid in school. Very smart, athletic, humble, fun, and was a gentleman. He looked very approachable. He nodded and I gave him a faint smile before leaving. “Hey Berny.” I smiled and Hector gave me a bored look but I could tell a smile was creeping up.

The man with a pot belly scowled and felt furious at being exposed. “What are you talking about?” The man lost his temper. “Do you know that I have a great reputation? Everyone calls me the God of Alchemy! Who are you to question me?” he roared in anger, ready to curse Neon. “Damn fatty,” Neon said disdainfully. Neon was a young man and would not show mercy to scammers. Nero scowled darkly, shocked to find them bickering. Although the guy was quite fat and did not look very impressive, he had verified his identity as Declan's apprentice.

He stood slightly apart from the others, taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders. His jersey stretched across his chest, white and unforgiving, the bold black number one stamped against his back like a declaration. His hair was darker under the floodlights, curls damp at the edges, enhancing his boyish features. He laughed at something a teammate said, head tipped back, utterly at ease. My breath caught. No. No, no, no. “That’s Dean?” I whispered faintly.

It was uncommon for me to kiss someone other than Ashton in public, let alone a nerd. But looking at Tyler walking confidently next to me, he did not look like his usual nerd self. He was not wearing any vest or even that high-neck buttoned-up shirt that looked like it could strangle his neck. No, he was wearing something casual: a white shirt and black pants. To be really honest, he looked as hot as Adam Levine, which was funny, because he was a nerd—nerds were not supposed to look this hot. Tyler Vincent being hot was the same as Mey thinking Harry Potter was hot, which means it did not make sense to me.