Common Sense Media Free Guy Novels & Stories

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

“Is she okay?” Jenny asked Cara as she wiped her nose with a tissue. We were all in Jenny’s house and I was pacing in her bedroom back and forth, thinking of a way to get back at him. I let out a huge sigh and sat down on the bed facing her. “I’m so sorry, Jenny. We were supposed to cheer you up but my mood is completed ruined by a dick head. I want to kill him.” “Tyler Cummings, right?” she asked and I gave her a puzzled look, wondering how she knew it was him when she didn’t even come to school today. I noticed Cara signalling towards Jenny with her eyes and I couldn’t understand what the hell was going on. “Okay, first of all, how do you know and what is going on, Cara?” “Please don’t get

"Ultimately, you gave my family a son, so we won't get divorced. You've already caused me enough trouble for the month, so enough is enough. See? Megan has already moved to another office. What else do you have to be angry about?" I was not angry at first, but hearing that made me so furious I burst out laughing.

Please keep an eye on us in the meantime, we promise we won’t disappoint! Thank you again for all the attention you offered us through the years, we are really grateful to our audience!” The CEO of Fame Media ended his speech with a bow. [“We don’t trust you anymore, Fame Media!”] [“I used to love your shows, but after you almost destroyed an innocent, I’ll never come back to you!”] [“Just file for bankruptcy, we don’t care about your speeches!”] [“Elenora Carter must be punished!”]

" Why ? I*******m , Snapchat or maybe Twitter ? You're officially Gray Carter's girlfriend. You need one." " You know I don't Kenny. The media is filled with fake assholes who would be watching over your life to make a living. Including jobless journalists and bloggers." " True though. But most times it's fun." She slurp noisely on the milkshake i prepared for her.

"Maybe he wasn't that great of a guy. Or perhaps he lacked humor " "Humour?" I smirked remembering how Eloise said I was the most interesting man she has ever met. "Well their relationship has ended, so what does that have to do with getting back my money?" " I think the guy is still into her. He paid for everything during the funeral and imagine what he would do when he learns that the love of his life is being threatened by thugs . He will willingly pay for her freedom! This is our chance. He's the CEO of GED after all so it would only take a few if our visit before he does something "

"Surround them! Call the enforcement team to arrest them!" "For daring to harm our idol, they must pay the price!" Frederick remained composed. "So, you're Isaac Quinn, huh? An internet celebrity? Which company?" Isaac froze, a look of disdain on his face. "Ignorant bumpkin! Of course it's Mythical Media, the top entertainment company at Aston State!" "Mythical Media, hmm? Do you have their number?" Frederick asked, pulling out his phone. "Why? Do you want to complain to my company about me?" Isaac said mockingly. "I'm one of the hottest artists in our company right now. They'd be glad to have me making them more money! Would they even entertain a loser like you?"

Three years of my blood, sweat, and tears… Nearly one million dollars of personal subsidies every year… But it'd all been reduced to being "heartless" and "desperate for money". Susan shoved her phone toward me, her hand shaking. "Ms. Clarke! The internal company chat has blown up! Everyone's reposting Cecily's video, and some people are even… Some are even saying they're going to report us to the Department of Labor and the Department of Revenue!"

As the girl walked away, she kept glancing back at Alfred, reluctant to leave. "I'll always support you and Vivian! You have to get married!" Alfred watched them go, then casually dropped a scoop of ice cream onto my plate. "Babe, don't take it to heart. The CEO Falls in Love series on Vivian's socials is blowing up—it's great for the company. You have no idea how happy it makes her. If I shut it down, she'll be upset."

However, very quickly, the voice was completely drowned out by the loud, booming call of the food stall owner: “Hey there, miss! What would you like?” “A mac and cheese, please! With lots of cheese!” Later, when I tried to go into that trashy AI novel again, out of some strange whim, the webpage would no longer open. I paused and thought about it. Strangely enough, I couldn’t even remember why I had clicked on that link in the first place. Muttering softly to myself, I murmured, “That’s weird… What kind of website was that? Why did I even open it… Oh well, whatever. Time to eat.”