Nerd Goth Novels & Stories

He turned to the crowd and the live cameras, shouting, "Don't be fooled by this toxic, manipulative simp! He's a professional at faking innocence to gain sympathy. I've been burned by his tricks!" His words lit a fire of anger in the crowd. Both the viewers online and the people in the room started hurling insults at me and Sloan. "One look at this guy, and you know he's up to no good. He hooked up with another man's girlfriend, and now he's got all these thugs backing him up. What's your game?" "Call the police! These people are running wild in a hospital!" "Arrest them all! How dare they fight in public? Lock them up!"

“You don’t look like a nerd.” “Why? Oh I see,” he chuckled, nodding, “so, to be a nerd, you have to wear big round glasses, oversized T-shirts or hoodies and bogus jeans. And yes, no dye on your hair. And, if you wear leather jackets, tint your hair and obviously rides a bike, you are not a nerd.” Nathania was shocked at how he analyzed everything and when he was done, she couldn’t help laughing. “No, no, I did not say that,” she shook her head.

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

Her voice is warped by the ambient hum of my dying PC fan, but still very judgmental. I roll onto my stomach, pushing aside a graveyard of snack wrappers. “Pixel, please. If I get arrested, it's because I cracked a dead whale wallet and forgot to clear my browser history. Not because the FBI found me eating cereal shirtless at 2 a.m.” “You’re disgusting.” “I prefer the term ‘vintage hacker chic.’” “You’re a nerd in sweats with a death wish.” “Sexy death wish,” I correct. My headset crackles as someone new joins the chat. “Is the sexy death wish playing tonight or what?”

I said clutching my stomach and arching my back. Both Adrien and Brittney looked at me. Adrien annoyed that I have destroyed the mood and Brittney irritated that Adrien stopped. "Why is the nerd here?" Scoffed Britney with a look of disgust. "Did you came to watch you pervert?" "No, just imagining you to kissing makes me disgusted, and now that I actually saw the scenario, I just want it out of my head. I'm forever traumatized," I said. I stood up straight and rubbed my temple with my eyes closed. Sometimes you just need to take a break from people's imagination.

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.

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.

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.

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.

I rolled the top of my sweatpants and then put on a pair of old dirty Converse and added my black square glasses and retainer. I know it's probably weird that I go through this much but my goal was to not stick out. No one would ever take a second glance at me if I looked gross. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand that not all nerds dress like this, but if you're trying to keep attention off of you, you wouldn't exactly be dressing like Beyonce or something. I grabbed my keys off the hook and grabbed a granola bar then walked to the garage and got into my van and drove to go get Tori since it was my turn to pick her up. When I pulled to her house that was about nine houses down from mine,