Nerdy Novelist Novels & Stories

If you don’t read novels, then you would not know, but writers described characters so nicely that you could picture them, and you know Ryan in that novel was just like you—dark, handsome, with a perfect Greek god physique. Neil became shunned hearing her; the look on her face was something of a dream. She was lost... lost in the imaginary male lead of the novel that obviously made him jealous... Other things don’t matter at the moment. As he got up, suddenly grabbing her waist, he asked, "What did you say? "You are not reading this sh*t anymore." "Why not? I will do whatever pleases me and read it... You are the one who gave me that gift; what happened to you suddenly? "Why are you saying t

"Someone needs to remind Elias Vance that he actually exists. Give the scholarship nerd a story to tell his grandkids." I turned my head toward the shadows. Sitting on a rotting log near the edge of the woods was Elias. He had a textbook open on his lap, the glow of the fire reflecting off his thick glasses. He was wearing that same charcoal hoodie—the one with the frayed strings and the faint smell of old library books. He was the definition of 'low-class.' "One minute," I whispered. "Then I get my car back and we never mention this again." I walked toward him, the grass catching at my expensive heels. With every step, the music from the party faded, replaced by the crackle of dry leaves. I

I'm not even fully 19 yet, and I have a horrible body count. I mean, I can blame my parents for leaving me with that nanny Carol that exposed me to all of this. But that doesn't fix anything. I really wanted to see a girl and see a friend without getting hard for once. And if it went further from there with Clara, then I'd do so with a clean conscience. But the dare was still on my mind. Do I kill two birds with a stone? I'm not sure I have the answer to that question yet. “Whoa, bro," I said in my head. “How are you already planning things with a girl that doesn't even want to be your friend, that's still terrified of the horrible names you called her."

Before he came back in, I went straight to his room. I scanned the room carefully, my fingers brushing against the edge of his bookshelf. That was when I saw it. A book. It wasn’t like the other ones. Its leather cover was black and worn, the edges uneven, as if it had been opened too many times. I picked it up, my hands trembling just a little, and flipped it open. “To become human, you must have sex with many humans and drain their energy. This will make you human… and stop you from drinking human blood.”

said the announcer. “Last but certainly not least, we have Norval Greensmith! When it comes to scholarly work, the intellectual genius is unrivaled. Guys, give him a hand of applause!” the announcer urged. Norval did not take a step forward; instead, he simply smiled and waved as the throng applauded him.

Since he was a smart learner, he was quick to understand each thing he was taught. It was late in the evening and he sat beneath a tree in the garden closer to the pack building reading an old book that contains the principles of being an Alpha and the power they possessed. He didn't like the idea of being an Alpha but reading the book makes him want to become an Alpha as soon as possible. The book taught about the power and authority Alpha possessed and he was moved. Just then, he noticed someone was babbling into his thoughts to speak with him. He gave way and he heard Aurora's mind link him. "Done with training?" She asked.