I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

I made up my mind on what I was going to do. *** Hello, A good evening to you all . thanks for reading my books. -My roommate wants a piece of me -ugly ugly and insecure? Thanks

“That’s the point. But a villain who loves me? He’d choose me every damn time and let the world burn. That’s what I want. A guy who looks at me and says, ‘to hell with everyone else.’” Her mouth opened, but I kept going, my words spilling out faster now. “And let’s be real, a nice guy is always nice to everyone. So when he’s nice to you, it’s not even special. But a bad boy? The kind that treats the world like dirt but melts only for you? That’s rare. That’s special.”

My good mood evaporated instantly. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked. "Long enough." He pushed off the pillar and sauntered toward me. "Making friends with Mia Charlie? That's bold. Or stupid. I haven't decided which yet." "I was just being nice to someone who was upset." "Nice." He said the word like it was foreign to him. "Humans don't get to be nice here. They get to be useful or they end up dead."

“I’m more than a good guy. I'm quite intelligent, thank you.” “You’re a nerd,” Adam chuckles. “There’s a difference.” Their easy banter makes me smile. Maybe I can trust them. Maybe they are who they really appear to be. Besides, I have no reason yet to distrust them or reject their kindness. They have been good to me since the moment I met them.

asks Dane with a slightly crooked grin. "Maybe," I say. He frowns. "Maybe?" he asks, his voice dipping in pitch as his anger leaks through. "Yes," I say quickly, "yes, as in I won't treat you like crap." "Not just me. As your friend, I say you have to treat everyone nicely." "Why?" He looks at me with a tired look. "Fine! Everybody then!" "You don't have anything to lose by being polite, you know," he says saintly.

Maybe I’ll let her blow me afterwards so I get something out of this, too. Because that’s who I am. Because that’s who people expect me to be. Because everyone knows I’m not a ‘nice guy’.

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

"What?" "Like... do you feel like we're off?" she asked. "Like, I said you were a nice guy earlier and you seemed upset about that." I shrugged. "I mean, I just... you always hear people talk about how nice guys aren't really nice. I guess I just don't want to be one of those nice guys who says he's a nice guy. You know?" "Oh," she said. "Okay. I never even thought of that." "It's fine. It was nothing."

He is too good looking to be a nice guy and poses nothing but a threat to me. “Hi.” I respond flatly and look back down at what I’m doing. Not interested. He looks too cocky, too chatty, too smiley. He will be like every other guy on the planet who has good genes and knows he’s hot. Boring and self-absorbed. “You’re a chatty one, aren’t you?” he chuckles, and it makes me squirm because it’s kind of nice in a completely awful way, deep, husky, Jake-like, and I glare at him for insulting me.

He scoffed. "Trust me, I'm far from a saint," I chuckled. "I'm just a normal human being who can feel sympathy for other people's suffering. And I'm in a place where I'm capable of helping, so I should at least do this much. So tonight, when I lay my head on the pillow, I can say I was a decent person today. That's when I feel beautiful." "If you put it that way, then what's that make the rest of us? A cockroach?" He rolled his eyes.