I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

"Oh Mitchell Mitchell, I'm human and there are certain people humans don't mix with, people like you. I can't cope with your icy nature... it's just not me, working for a boss that doesn't smile? No, thank you." I replied with a simple "ok" and dropped my phone. She can't understand. Nobody can. My lively and super nice side died the very day I realized being too nice was a curse, a really big curse. They'll pretend to love you in your face, and behind your back, they stab you with heartlessness. I don't usually care when someone tells me I'm icy, but why does it have so much effect on me now? I stared at my phone, not knowing what to type again. My second phone rang, and I dropped the other

I leave quickly for the restroom. "Hello, beautiful" A guy with long blonde hair said on my way to meet Don. He is a cute guy only if I wasn't madly in love with somebody else. "Hi," I say not wanting to seem rude. "Would you like to go out someday?" He asks. "Thanks for the offer but I have a boyfriend," I say. He asks in a friendly manner, but I just want him to know I have a boyfriend. "I can be better," He says. Well, that's rude.

And the video got finished. I got annoyed. Why would I need to do this? I took Nick's phone. I thought about what I should message her. I typed," Good morning, love!". No, that doesn't sound like Nick. Should I use darling instead of love? Or sweetheart would be better. I thought. God, why can't I decide. At last, I typed,"Good morning!". I didn't write anything after good morning. She replied," Good morning, my bad boy. How are you?"

I gesture to his ruined suit, "Most guys would call me a f*cking idiot or say I'm useless." Green-eyes laughs, "There's no point in getting angry over something as small as this in the grand scheme of life. Everyone is just as important as each other." Is it weird that I'm low-key in love with this strange r? He's quite possibly the nicest, most caring man I've ever met. I didn't think men like him existed in this world, among all the hatred and violence. I realize I'm staring at him, in my own world, when I see him wave his hand in front of my face. I bring myself back to reality and laugh awkwardly.

he said with a lopsided grin while I rolled my eyes. "Well, I don't like that, so next time mind the way you speak to me." "Alright, love! Friends, right?" He smiled, flashing his beautiful set of teeth. People like Liam are those who know they are handsome and still flash it around, which is good in a way, and not because he gets on my nerves. Apart from him being such a flirty duckhead, he is a good person, too, and he is not fake. "Sure," I responded and accepted his handshake.

J: [Are you always this kind to everyone? MK: [Of course not. I'm only kind to those I think are worth it.]

"I feel kind today. I don't want to cause more harm to you." ''Markoooo, Markoo, my guy, my dude, my man!!'' a voice said and pulled him into a tight hug

Girls makes me feel good,guys leave me in a mess but I won't stop liking them. Please, vote this story if you love it.

Cute. **** "So, that was it," I said to him. "Not everyone is who you think they are," I said. He nodded. "I'm a good guy in this," I grinned. "Thank you so much. And I'm sorry for everything I said," he said. "See, that wasn't that hard," I smirked. He chuckled.