I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

But, I made up my mind not to ruin the moment. "You don't hate me?" He asked and I smiled. "Why should I?" "I'm not a nice guy, neither am I a gentleman. I'm sure you know that." "I'm well aware of that, Vincent. I guess I've gotten used to your rudeness. You might not be aware of it, but you have a charming side." "I do?" He sounded surprised. "Yes, you do. I like it" I said, my smile growing.

But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches. Like I said surprisingly today wasn't so bad, well so far but hey the days still young. Hey what can I say I'm a very optimistic person with a dazzling personality. I've been told many times that my mouth is going to get me killed because I have no filter but I personally think that my mouth is a blessing. And blessing that one day I’ll run the fucking world with, if I ever get out of this hell.

I smile looking at his beautiful profile. “I’m a good boy.” He says and I look at him in genuine shock. Did he just call himself a good boy? This is a first; he may be the sweetest buy I know and maybe the kindest. I’m not so sure about him being a good boy. He’s known for his bad boy persona. “I am with you because I like you very much. I’m not here to lead you astray.” He says acting innocent.

"I don't like him at all I mean he's never been friendly to me and the only person who's been friendly to me as a person that I think is about to take the person that I love and I just realized that I love and I am trying to keep my mind off missing them it's just been too hard for me and he is the one pulling the strings " " He also happens to be my boss I have done some jobs for him and he is the most nicest person ever he is giving his sweet and he's very caring he splashed me up on more than one account he also is very friendly so you must have met him on a day when he was not taking any nonsense from anyone. " " You're on the right side of the law and you know very well that I'm not wan

It was like being inside a snow globe someone kept shaking gently—never enough to hurt, never enough to stop. The lady had been nice. That was important. Iris knew how to tell the difference between mean people and nice people. Nice people used soft voices. Nice people knelt down instead of standing over you. Nice people asked if you wanted apple slices or crackers, even when you didn’t really want either. This lady’s name was Gabby.

I mentally rolled my eyes at him. "Sorry but you're actually not my type of guy." I said "What? You like some a**holes?" "No. Nice guy." I stated like a fact and took a sip at my wine. "Well I can't say that I'm a nice guy but you'll come around." I can't help myself and rolled my eyes at him. "Don't you have some places to go? Or someone to talk to other than me." "Oh, Well I believe I'm already at the place where I wanted to be and talking to the person I definitely want to." He said and smirked.

Everyone told me that I’m trice as powerful as Dad and that made my Dad proud. My Mother says that I get angry too quick and that I can’t put a stop to my angry, she was pretty much right. I’m a very short tempered person and every person who was clever enough to know what’s good for them didn’t made the mistake of crossing paths with me, not even in their wildest dreams. I was a Devil or maybe worse than a Devil. I took a proper bath and wore my robe. Walking out of my bathroom, I lit up my cigarette. I released a ring of smoke through my nostrils and saw Mason reading one of my books. He looked up to me and smiled,

(Beautiful girl) I look up to my right and freeze. Shit. Fuck me. Standing next to me is perhaps the fittest guy I’ve seen in my entire life—well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but he is athletic, Tall, muscular, tanned, and sporting a panties-dropping smile. My defences are instantly eroded but I try and play it cool. “Yeah, yes please. That would be great,” I say with a little smile. “Wow! That’s a cute accent. Are you from Nice?”

He asked and I couldn't help but chuckle. " Straight to the point, I like that, so the thing is that I just want new male friends, I don't have much of that in my life and I kinda like you when I saw you, you're a happy and cheerful person and I like people with that type of energy," I said, " Oh wow, that's the best compliment that I've gotten in a while, thank you for seeing me that way, I like your personality too Anna, especially your smile," He said and I couldn't help but smile.

“I know.” “Because… because sometimes men are nice first,” she whispered. “And then later they’re not.” That sentence almost broke me. I pulled back just enough to look at her. “I’m not nice first,” I said gently. “I’m kind always. And when I mess up, because I will sometimes, I say sorry.” She studied my face intently.