Socially Awkward Book Novels & Stories

As if finally sensing just how ill at ease she was, Jace reached underneath the table, rubbed his hand down her thigh and then lightly squeezed just above her knee. He leaned over her to get a roll and murmured, “Relax, baby.” She was mortified when it appeared that Gabe heard Jace. Gabe glanced in her direction, his eyes softening. She just wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Better yet, she really just wanted to go back to her apartment. She was in sensory overload. Too many people. Too much conversation. She wasn’t used to having to perform social niceties. It wasn’t that they were horrible or that she didn’t like them. It was just awkward and out of her scope. She felt com

I kept my emotions in check, made sure to not be awkward as much as possible. Desperation isn’t exactly a great trait to have, I wish I had been more confident in myself. I swear it must be a curse to be too attentive to things around you. I knew how socially awkward I was. I could sense their emotions, mostly the extreme annoyance towards me. The fact that I knew when people were being fake with me and continued to fall for it just showed how low I had fallen.

he explained in a well-mannered tone, no sarcasm at all. I just nodded in response because I don't know what to say. This is awkward as fuck, I am not used to us being so casual, having a random conversation. Wasn't I supposed to annoy him? Yet, since that night, we haven't had much interaction. It was like something big has changed between us. . . Is this a good start though? Or he is just messing me around again? "I'm pretty good with books, I'll help you." He even raised his left hand holding the book he got earlier. A pretty thick book with a title, 'The Choice' by Nicholas Sparks.

A title soon came to mind and she answered, “Recently, I’ve been reading the book called ‘The Struggle For Sweetness’ and I found it an enjoyable read and to my liking.” A few of the young bachelors burst out in cheerful laughter. “The title of the book is called The Struggle For Sweetness? Is that right? Goodness, it seems like a book related to desert making.” Before Alicia could reply, Ash Pavard parted his lips open and said, “Hmm… Sir Killian, I think you have some sort of misunderstanding. The book is quite famous and renowTed for its humanities of sorts. It looks like you don’t know of this.”

She had genuinely hoped to spend some quiet, solitary time surrounded by her absolute favorite thing in the entire world. Books. "Excuse me, do you need something?" a male voice suddenly called out. Emma spun around and found a young man staring at her. He had astounding, bright blue eyes and perfectly styled blonde hair. "Uh... w-well, I-I'm here t-to help clean the li-library," she stuttered nervously. She absolutely despised stammering, but it was a lingering anxious habit from her traumatic childhood. She had never been adept at socializing, particularly not with men. To make matters worse, the young man standing in front of her was undeniably handsome, which only amplified her deep appr

"Books, as if they are rare? My little master also has to find a beautiful and beautiful girl to love! Sweet Pea Guun ca, me and Cuth Ber waiting for the two of you to return, arriving in city A must immediately be Show us your pipe, otherwise this cannot be left alone!" Sweet Pea Guun thought of Brene Brian's social anxiety and didn't respond, "Speaking of which, his situation is quite unique."

And I also wanted to know what her taste in books was like. I knew she was a writer. I knew she was socially awkward. I knew she worked at a Café. I knew she had a best friend, Iris. I knew she was an English major. I knew she was being bullied both at school and at work. I knew she wasn't the most organised person in the world, just the way I also knew that even though she didn't pay attention to her looks, she was obsessive about her nails coming out perfect. So, I thought it certainly wouldn't hurt to find out her taste in books.

“Socially awkward, nerd, dork—” Before she could finish, I was already laughing my ass out loud. For the first time in history, I laughed out loud. “Then how do you call me? Which part of the society do I belong to, Hailey? Monster Jock? Broody Ltd? Zoned Out Guys Club?” She wrinkled her nose. That was cute. “What are those?” “Oh, you didn’t read those yet in your books?” “No.” Her answer was like telling me to explain further. “They don’t exist.”

Social calls and winning people over by personality alone have never been my best skill. It is good he is here to help in areas I’ve never quite mastered. Social calls and winning people over by personality never my best skill. Give me a book to read and review, and I excel. But to socialize is– I’m struggling as it is with this. My hands squeeze the cup a bit harder, making the porcelain squeak in protest. The coffee sloshes against the rim, threatening to spill. This exhaustion—this desire just to find somewhere quiet and away from prying eyes—it's deeper than mere fatigue. Like a hollowing out behind my ribs, as if something vital has been scooped away, leaving only an aching void.

He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside. The top novel caught his attention, its dog-eared pages and worn texture hinting at its age. The front cover was missing, but as he flipped through the pages, he found what could possibly be the title written in pen at the back: "Inner beauty and Otter's flaws." This title seemed poignant, considering Arc's past. His mom had abandoned him when he was a child, leaving unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. Arc walked in, and Chelsea looked up and saw his somber expression which was a stark contrast to his nervous energy. "What are you doing?" The question was laced with curiosity and accusation.