Nerd Question Novels & Stories

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

“ What are thinking about? “ Nik asked. “ Huh?” I asked, momentarily confused before laughing nervously and shaking my head. “ Nothing. “

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.

"Why should I help you? What’s in it for me?" "Aside from the fact that it'll be the best sixty seconds of your pathetic life? Nothing." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the rough fabric of his hoodie. "Just shut up and let me get this over with." "You look like you're about to vomit," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous vibration. "Is the Ice Queen actually scared of a nerd?" "I’m disgusted, Elias. There’s a difference." "Then show me," he challenged. "Show me how much you hate it."

Nero nodded before he picked a grape and shoved it into his mouth. “Then I suppose you chose the second option,” he said, and Lena nodded. What sort of conversation could she share with him? “What business are you into?” Lena asked one of the most common questions asked during first dates, but there was a smirk on Nero’s lips. “I am into the act of giving and seizing,” he answered, and Lena wasn't that stupid not to understand his words; he was a mafia, so what other activities could he do?

But he did not reply. “What exactly is this about?” He finally asked, rubbing his jaw irritatedly. Nico, still walking a few steps ahead of him, slowed down a bit, his voice low but edged with caution. “Don,” he said, “you’re not going to like this.” Nero’s amber-gold eyes flicked toward him, sharp and irritated. “Are you being sarcastic, Nico? When do I ever like waking up to your face in the morning?” His tone was dry, acid cutting through the dungeon’s cold air.

Luke stared at the cobbled ground as he asked me, "Am I rude and horrible?" I was taken aback by his question, this was the first time Luke sounded a little bit nervous and insecure, and then I realised that there was a reason why he was like this, and I wanted to know what the reason was. I had always sensed that he was like this because of some reasons but him asking me this showed that he had been through a lot... "Luke, you are..." "Forget about it," he said tersely standing up from the bench. "It's not necessary."

Like who even asks that question to a total stranger. Maybe, just Irvin Ford. ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies. "Thanks." I smile when he feeds me chips as I put on the movie. "Eat slowly," Justin scolds me while patting my back when I start coughing because I almost choked on the chips. "Here, drink this." He pushes his water bottle in my hand when my cough dies down a little.