I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but smile despite feeling a bit weird because of how fast it was. He's not difficult to like because he's a sweet and caring guy. Unlike other men who are grumpy and always poker-faced. He's not showy either; he's just different. There's something about him. If you look at him, he seems grumpy, but once you get close, he's not. Or maybe I'm just comfortable with him, able to tell him my thoughts.

I give him a suspicious look, "Stop acting like a goddamn brainless bull. Be... a cute deer. Be a nice guy." "No one's buying that," I scoff, "I'm not nice or cute." "You ARE cute, though. That’s your vibe. It only lasts a second, usually… then you come off as an impulsive idiot. If you manage to control your impulsivity, you'll just be a nice guy that everyone likes and can trust," he says with such assurance that I can almost start to believe it, "I try to play the nice guy card sometimes, but it doesn't work as much as it used to when I was younger. You have the advantage here, people see you as five years younger than you are. Use it."

"I want to be friends with you." -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N Ooo things are gettin juiccyy Have a wonderful day guyss LOVE YA'LL 😘😘❤❤

S: Above all the mentioned contact details, I just want to say hi to the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes of. P.P.S: I know you're just ashamed to ask for my info's so, here I am presenting as handsome and kind guy that will provide it for you, baby. Let's get intouch in my accounts, ok? I'll wait for you! Mwuah! ~ Your very handsome guy next door, Uno

'I can't believe there is a system more annoying than you.

Instead, I muttered, “Sorry. I just—” “It’s fine,” he interrupted gently. He stepped inside and helped me settle under the covers, tucking me in with more care than anyone had in years. It felt foreign. Comforting. “You’re… really nice,” I whispered, staring at him. “Nice guys don’t get far in life,” he muttered with a little shrug. “We just keep taking hits and hoping one day we’ll stop bleeding.” I blinked at him. That was… not the reply I expected. Still, I smiled. “That’s the most depressing compliment deflection I’ve ever heard.”

"I'm not judging. You already said you'd not go out with him. Let's talk about me." I glanced at her sideways. "What about you?" "There's this guy." I smiled. "Oh boy." "Don't say it like that." She said, shoving me playfully. "He's actually... nice." I raised an eyebrow. "Nice? Or nice-nice?" She rolled her eyes. "Nice-nice. He's not one of those guys who only care about being cool. Like my brother." I nodded. "That's rare. What's his name?"

Say what you want to say'' "You make me happy, I'm different when I'm around you, I want to become better for you. I don't want to be away from you being with you makes me better, I know I'm messed up just give me time to fix things please I'm not a playboy and this is the first time in my life I'm feeling this way, I know I look like a heartbreaker with my tattoos and everything but trust me I'm a cool person" "Hmm, fine"

“Okay, but seriously... do you like him? Is he nice? Mean? Sweet? Sexier up close and in person? Fuck, I really want to meet him. I might panic and faint but still…” I laughed again even as my heart did a stupid little flip against my ribs, and I could physically feel my cheeks growing hot again. “Niko's not mean at all. He can be very serious sometimes though, but he's kind and considerate,” I answered, dropping my gaze to the table.

I’m pulled from my thought as the three dots tell me he’s typing out a response. Dane: And how’d that go? Dane: Did you have a good time? Me: It went. Me: He was nice. Dane: Nice, huh? Me: Yeah lol Dane: So he’s a nice guy? Me: Yes. He’s very nice. Dane: Mm.. I didn’t know you liked nice guys. Me: Did I say I liked nice guys? Dane: You didn’t say you didn’t. Me: Lol Dane: I’m glad you find this funny.