Rich Nerd Novels & Stories

A huge wall of testosterone, this guy. He shoved his huge hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, causing his biceps to bunch. He must've bench-pressed a Buick to get guns that size. "The name's Nathan Roldan, but I go by Nate." Lord, his voice. Deep, guttural, and with a resounding echo that rumbled through her nervous system. She rolled the name around because it sounded familiar, but no way would she forget him had they met before. "Do I know you?" She pegged him at close to her age, give or take a year.

, Zhackary snorted as he poked fun at him. “You can also call me Nix for short. And really Zhack, do you really have to mention that embarrassment in front of this pretty lady?”, he sneered at the one who’s giggling his ass right at this moment. Rhianna cut by and said, sounding like a real nerd, “Oh jeez, the fool is the one from the tarot cards, right? It means a person who is curious about all things in this world. I’d say it’s a pretty cool name.”

Medium and very handy household chores in which doesn't even require them to tire themselves most of the time. "Thank you, Nic. I'm really wondering sometimes where did you take after. Aside from sleeping all day, reading boring books you're also considerate. Unlike these two idiots," I said while pointing the two who's chewing their food. Nicolai is a nerd. Thank god, he's handsome and that makes him achieve the enigmatic mafia student type of handsome. He's quiet most of the time like Shein but the difference is, he always looked fresh while Shein on the other hand. Well, she always looked plain.

“You’re exaggerating it.” “I swear I’m not.” I grabbed two Champagne flutes and gave one to Adley. She lifted the glass with class and sipped the bubble. I swore I’d never been turned on to someone drinking Champagne until Adley came to my life like a tornado, ruining what I believed in and my entire plans for the next fifty years. At the corner, Cenric raised a glass for me. “Let me guess, billionaires club.” “He’s a hero. He served in the military before he created one of the most successful cryptocurrencies. He also started an NFT Game with his brother.”

She said. "Tortoise shell?, Crap?" Ricardo said shockingly. Newton inserted his hands into his Jean pocket and leaned on his car, watching with interest. "Badass huh?, She's obviously new" Francisco said. "Wow, bravo!, So Ricardo has been driving a tortoise shell" Kennedy laughed. The other students has shocked looks on their faces too. Who dared to talk to the vice president that way? 👥 Who's she? 👥 She's a newbie I think

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

Noel noticed something huge blocking his way, looking around to see what it was before glancing up to meet Ricky in the eye. “Hey. Bastard.” Ricky snarled as his face grimaced into a face of disgust. He’s disgusted of the nerd in front of him. Noel stared at him emptily, before he countered. “Who are you?” Ricky’s eyes gradually widened, before he let out a roaring guffaw inside the lecture hall, rendering his deep voice to echo inside the air tight room. "D-Didn't you know who I am?" Ricky asked sarcastically. They’ve just clashed two weeks ago, so there’s no way that nerd would forget.

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.

But I loved every bit of it. I see why Molly said Ricky was a big nerd. He loved reading about our pack's history. The more I read, the more I got to know every one of our past members, and they left so much to teach us. Most days around lunch, Ricky wrapped things up in his office and did paperwork next to me in the room while I studied until it was close to dinner.

“I want to help you. I want you to know that I’m not judging you, and I see the way you look at me. Everyone deserves a second chance—,” Rage bent down in front of me. “I’m a low down, dirty criminal and you want me?” he whispered. “You don’t know the real me, Neveah. You don’t know the things I’ve done. The demands a true drug dealer has for his employees. His puppets,” he whispered, his voice the roughest velvet I’ve ever felt against my skin.