I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

I can't let him in . No . " Here is the thing " he informed me parting his lips , as he leaned closer to me until his hot breath teased and taunted my skin " You don't seem to like my nice guy approach do you , Princess? and that's where things are wrong aren't they , you don't like me when I'm nice to you , is that it ?- so let me change that . " he chuckled as he raised his hand to pinch my cheek and stopped feigning his golden boy bull crap " I am not a tit guy and I can assure you that , I'm not. But ever since last saturday , I can't stop thinking about yours "

After a minute or two of that, most of the hot ones move on. I tend to end up dating average guys, guys I become friends with first – guys who are sort of cute, not intimidating at all. The type of guy who becomes more attractive the longer you know them. The type that grows on you. Nice guys. Regular guys who are even-keeled and sweet, or at least seem that way for the first several months until the bad things start floating up to the surface. I like that – I like nice guys. But once… just once… I wanted to have one of the hot ones.

“I don’t know, Adair, you tell me. Guy walks you everywhere, brings you coffee, does impressions to make you laugh. That’s a strategy.” “That’s called being a decent person, actually, which you might not be familiar with.” “I’m plenty decent.” “You’re standing here interrogating me about my friendships because you can’t stand the idea of someone being nice to me without an angle attached, which honestly says a lot more about you than it does about him.” “This isn’t about me.”

boys should be flocking to her. Oh boy. "It would be nice to have a guy as a friend," I admit, stressing the word 'friend.'

Congratulations on my new position and also on my safety. “Congratulations Damian, I hope this happiness can improve your situation!” I smiled while nodding "I need your help again Max!" "What help? You don't usually ask me for help if it's like yesterday's problem again. Then I'll say no before I regret it later. You've traumatized me enough with all that trouble. Uhhh, that's never going to happen again!"

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

“Okay, I want you to see me as your friend so you can answer this question honestly okay?” “I can't be rude to you ma’am.” “You are not being rude, I just want an honest answer from you.” “Oh, okay then.” “Thanks. So, I live in a house with a guy, I am supposed to spend three months with a guy in the house and the guy has a weird personality. He is mean, rude, a jerk and he is ruthless. I, on the other hand, am soft, emotional, lazy, and love television a lot.” “Okay?”

HAHAHA. I have a guy friend whose friend is a playboy. Like, literally, it is so touchy, but not to me but to my best friend. I always leave an impression on guys that I’m too kind. I don’t know. Some guys who I knew the first time were intimidated to make fun of me. End of Text.

I joke and he gives me a sad smile. "Don't feel bad, it could have been worse." I said and bumped his side. He turned to me and smile. After about an hour of talking, I found out that he is very, very nice, he is very caring and funny. He doesn't have a mate yet and I think he's gay, but not sure yet. "So what are you going to do now?" He asks in a serious voice. I sigh and take my legs out of the water.

“I’m not a vicious monster, I promise. I will reimburse you as soon as I can.” “I doubt you did enough damage in one day to leave me bankrupt.” I murmured wryly. “There you go again being nice. Why?” “Maybe I am just a nice guy?” “There are fifty words off the top of my head I can describe you with. Nice is not one of them.”