Nerdy Novelist Novels & Stories

I tried to ignore the prying eyes of my schoolmates as I stuffed all the books and files into my bag and closed my locker. Still, people wouldn’t quit staring and me, acting as a nerd, has no power in changing that because I’m expected to be weak, voiceless and a pushover. Not saying that’s what nerds are, honestly, nerds are awesome but these bitches are just too bitchy to even consider it. I have always tried my best to not draw attention towards me or anything which obviously hasn’t been working. It’s like I’m a retarded, walking, sparkling, rainbow colored dolphin. Okay, maybe not that much but you get the idea.

“Um, I would rather you didn’t. I told you I don’t let anyone read what I write.” “Could letting me read just a little bit be so bad?” She looked at me for a minute before saying, “I’m embarrassed to let anyone read what I write. Plus, I have been writing this for months, even before I met you. So, the story has nothing to do with you.” “And why are you telling me that it has nothing to do with me?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. “Because, well, it has a character named Nathaniel in it. I just didn’t want you to think I had put you in the story because I didn’t. So if I’m going to let you read it, I thought you should know.”

She loves to listen to classical music, rock music, and kpop. Neha Tekwani Neha Tekwani is an Administrator turned Author. She made her debut with the Anthology, ‘Tales of Heart’ published by Damick Publications and is set to release her independent novel sometime in the future. Her mainstream genres include new adult fiction, realistic fiction, and contemporary romance. A thorough believer of unconditional love, she enlightens her readers with the importance of self-live and self-complacency. She is also a psychology loved, a 24/7 bibliophile who loves the smell of books, and considers N*****x as her first love. Sluggishly motivated, she often thinks her job is to be a hopeless romantic.

"I haven't seen this in a while," It was a novel. Liane Moriarty book. Big Little Lies. "You read that stuff?" "Yeah, but I can't read Novels— On my own," Her face showed something close to pain as she flipped through the pages with a small smile on her face. "I can only read it around Marcos and the idiot always has me repeating words just to get me pissed—" Slowly, the smile died away. Paris could tell she remembered she wasn't talking to him. Now, he wanted to know why. It was clear it hurt her to be away from him.

Happy, even. But it had less to do with Ryan’s sudden change of heart, and more to do with going to Knight Mansion and somebody else’s words — words that had always been a lifeline for me. Not just anybody, but a friend who had come into my life like a blessing. Kayden Ford. Kayden — the rising star in the literary world, the renowned author of The Upward Gravity, A Spark in the Rubble, The Dawn Theory, Beyond the Script, and The Beautiful Unbecoming.

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.

She scoffs, but her breathing is faster now. “Maybe.” I shrug. “But you don't seem to really mind.” Her eyes narrow. “I'm processing the fact that my asshole neighbor is apparently a creep who sneaks into girls’ rooms.” “Only the ones who read books about guys finger-fucking them until they beg.” She sucks in a breath. Her grip on the book tightens so hard her knuckles go white. “Shut up.” I lean in. “Make me.”

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

Why the hell did the fates have to give me a second chance who was both a professor and an emotionally repressed liar? Then I rapped myself on the knuckles with my pen. “Stop it,” I hissed at my own traitorous heart. I didn’t want to think about Vincent at all. I didn’t want to feel anything about him. For god’s sake, it had barely even been a day. What I wanted – though I barely recognised myself for it – was to catch up on my schoolwork. Because apparently Vincent’s nerdiness was as infectious as his stoicism. No! Don’t think about him! Think about – I checked the page below me – eighteenth-century werewolf authors whose works most significantly affected lycanthropic literature as a whole!

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