The Qb’s Nerdy Addiction Novels & Stories

I went downstairs, sat alone in the living room, the house was unusually quiet, I lazily dragged the remote to myself, and as usual I turned on my favorite TV series but instead it added to my depression, no matter how many times I watched the show, it always ends up with the same ending, the boy was left alone at the end, he lost every fucking person that he loved, he couldn't boast of one person that genuinely love him not even his family, I was blankly staring at the TV when the remote was taken away from me, and that's when I jolted back to reality, I look up and saw that Eden is here already, “Don't tell me you're watching this fucked up show again” He muttered and sat beside me “Come o

I added. He didn’t even pack a bag. Now here we are beneath an abandoned warehouse I bought off some desperate meth-head last year, and Nero’s in his element. The guy gets off on pain. Not in a metaphorical tortured-poet way. No, he collects human agony like trophies. If pain had a fan club, Nero would be president, CEO, and the lunatic mascot. He’s circling Barry and Drew, the two cowardly little shits who thought ra.ping my wife and Sierra made them powerful. Now they’re gagged, shaking, and duct-taped to metal chairs, what a bunch of lousy cockroaches.

I’m trapped behind an invisible wall of pure panic, utterly terrified of what I’ll find if I touch her. What if she's... gone? Fuck. The sheer, twisted irony of it is staggering. VSU’s most feared quarterback. The Vault’s undefeated, fearless champion. Here I am, frozen solid on a sidewalk, completely paralyzed because I’m terrified that a brilliant, broken neuroscience major–the nerd who somehow single-handedly tames the monster inside my chest–might actually be dead. Oh, fucking wow. Heavy, splashing footsteps finally catch up to me. Justin stumbles into my peripheral vision, chest heaving so hard he’s practically wheezing. He bends double, planting his hands heavily on his thighs, keeping

"You... you were never trying to cure me." "Cure you?" Teddy laughed, a sharp, humorless sound. "I was perfecting you. That 'honey' scent you’re so worried about? It’s an airborne neuro-agent. It induces hyper-aggression and extreme territorial behavior in the subjects who inhale it. Rocky, Gibran, Daniel... they aren't 'hungry' because they like you, Budi. They’re 'hungry' because they’re being chemically lobotomized by your biological output."

And when I find her, I will punish her severely, without a shred of mercy—just as she showed no mercy when she left me. After finishing my work, I went to see a good friend of mine. He’s the only one who can help me in a situation like this; he can track down anyone—all he needs is a bit of information. I arrived at his nightclub; it was around 8:00 PM, and, naturally, it was packed. But I wasn’t there to drink—I was there to handle some serious business. Carlos’s nightclub is very large and well-known in the city; hundreds of people come here every night. But what these people don’t realize is that this is only one side of the story—for in the basement of this place lies a true palace of pl

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

I pat his very firm and toned flat abdomen in jest with a raised brow of knowingness. “You’re only five and a bit years younger than me, brat. Fairly sure the slippers and the food baby will happen to you long before it happens to me, seeing as you’re the one with a sugar addiction and an allergy to the gym.” He slides his mug back down, picks up the remote and starts scrolling Netflix. Focusing on the screen as he fast scans a whole list of favorites.

But Xavier's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Oh, dear cousin, you've yet to fathom the depths to which I can sink," he taunted, his smirk widening into a sinister grin. I prepared to pull the trigger when, suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my neck, a needle injecting its venomous contents into my bloodstream. The room spun, my vision blurred, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. "What have you done?" I managed to murmur, my voice growing faint as the drug took hold of my senses.

I lower her hand and hold it between mine and she makes a small noise. "Mycole told me that Toby was a dangerous guy and he was going to hurt me badly if I didn't leave him, but I didn't want to listen to him either, I thought Toby was just different from other guys. After three months of our relationship, he asked me to move in with him and then I began to see things I'm ways I didn't before. He was an alcoholic addict, he smoked, and did drugs too and was verbally abusive, but just like most girls normally think, I thought I could change him, make him the better person."

Okay a little rewind Remember how I told you Frankie's dream is to become president Well that dream is about to be crushed by Wendy, meanest nerd ever In books and movies,nerds are usually bullied or are seen as the good guys Not this fiction novel, nerd here are mean, evil, grumpy and only care about winning Frankie meets her at her campaign spot"Great speech I really admire how you just took my spot light like that" "You might be dressed smart or for the part but truth is this place ain't for illiterate so why don't you go back playing with pums pums with the other illiterate"