I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

‘Isn’t that guy a hottie? ‘He’s freaking handsome’ ‘Wow! His girlfriend is so lucky to have him!’ ‘I’m envious!’ I sighed. If only they know how perverted this man is. I can’t even understand girls that love bad boys. They tend to love boys that seem to be dominant and acts like total jerks. But not for me. I don’t like that kind of guy. I like a man who is simple. I like a man who loves helping other people. A man who’s gentleman, respectful, and sweet. Just like Mr. Jacobs, I mean, Lance.

more or less. I'm selfish and all... I know... I don't mind being the bad guy...I can be the bad guy than the good guy who end up regretting everything.

"You really were going to beat the shit out of him, weren't you?" "Hell yes I was. Look, I'm not a good guy. I'm not a knight in shining armor going around saving damsels in distress. Frankly, I hate most people." I smothered a smile. "I'm not sure how to tell you this, Ryker, but you're not very good at selling your positive attributes."

“No. You mind telling me?” “I love how you always go out of your way to help others,” he said, his voice sincere. “Not everyone has that quality. That’s why I like you.” I chuckled, his words softening the edges of my anxiety. “Oh, Stanley, you’re so sweet.” He grinned. “No, you’re so sweet.” I smiled again. “No, you’re so sweet.”

I’ve spent a long time refusing to believe his words, but maybe they got to me anyway. While he was cutting me, he said I was evil. Unlovable. I ruined everyone I touched. I’ve done my best to be kind, nice, and caring. People think I’m this teddybear, but I’m not sure that’s the real me. After spending so much time trying to be a nice guy, is that who I am? Or does the fact that I have to work hard at it mean I’m not a nice guy at all? What if my wolf is mean and unpredictable? What if he hates me for what I’m going to do?

He says and I smile. “I don’t care who you are or what your problem is. I don’t care if I can help you or not. I’ll give you a moment of my time. Sometimes that’s all a person needs.” He says and I look at him amazed. That’s one of the sweetest thing s I’ve heard in a while. “That’s beautiful.” I say and he shrugs a little. He’s acting like it’s not a big deal but it is. He’s such a caring person; it’s refreshing in a world where people make it their business to be mean.

He said softly. My heart fluttered as I stared at him. Why was he so nice to me? “I know I'm an elite too, and you probably don't trust me, you don't have to. Just let me help you. I'm not trying to be a good person or a hero…I'm just doing this because someone has to.” “We can't all be assholes.” He said, smiling sadly. I laughed, feeling a weight lift off my chest for the first time in a while.

Get this fat guy away from me. Aloud, smiling sweetly (in fact, my face twisted in disgust), I said: -Very nice. I hope my forced smile doesn't betray how much I dislike this man.

Even my friends had noticed it. I pretend to be dumbfounded and ask, "What is it?" He closes his eyes for a moment and says, "I've always admired the way you treat people especially because you've been so nice to me even though I have done something wrong to you. It was your good heart that made me want you to become mine. I love the way you laugh when I make a joke and I definitely miss the way how we used to be. What I want to say is I love you, Taylor."

I didn't know what to think. This man...Well, I say man, but he couldn't be much older than me, was being so sweet and kind and treating me like a normal person, and not some lowlife from across the tracks. But why? My mind couldn't wrap itself around it. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I blurted out with a little more attitude than I planned. He just smirked, "Why shouldn't I be? You've done nothing wrong to me; you've given me no reason not to be nice, and you're gorgeous. I would love to get to know you. And like I said, everyone needs someone sometimes."