I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

"You seem to be quite the fan of hers?" I shrugged, "She's alright. I want to make this work for the baby." "You have such a good heart, Kins. It amazes me how genuinely nice you are." "Well, the way I see it, there's no reason not to be nice. What will I gain from being nasty? Nothing." "The world would be a better place if we all thought like you do." I smiled at his words but didn't say anything more. I had to keep reminding myself that he couldn't be trusted. No matter how nice or sweet he seemed.

“By the way, I want to say that I am sorry for the way I was with you. I should have been nicer to you.” “Well you are being nicer to me now, so all is forgiven.” I still didn’t know why he is being so nice to me, but it's nice to have at least one person being nice. Maybe the others are going to see it, and want to be nice to me too. “I hope you aren't losing friends.”

But I don't. And that's only because I understand him, and I know him well enough. He's hard a relatively hard life, so I understand why he doesn't strive to please anyone or tries to be the nice guy. Simply put, he is the absolute opposite of someone like Mr. Pretty and popular standing right here. So, no matter what anyone tells me, I would absolutely find it impossible to believe that my friend would befriend him. Maybe, someday, in the distant future, I think willfully.

To not appear rude, I tried to act nonchalant, and replied, "Sir, you are amusing. I'm not a three-year-old kid. If you speak to me like this, I won't get scared and run off." The man laughed, touching his face, "Do I look like a bad guy to you?" I also scoffed, "Nope. I’ve never seen a bad guy as good-looking as you." Raising an eyebrow, the man said, "Since you trust me so much, how about I walk you home?" I immediately waved my hand.

Why the hell is he so nice to me? I could have given him an STI because I shared the same man with a whore. And he's being nice to me. He should be mean, he should be angry. He shouldn't fucking care at all. Why is he so much nicer to me than most other people I’ve known? It shouldn't be like this. The people closest to me should love me the most. They should be the kindest to me, not an almost stranger. Yes, I have people who love me.

Ann: "Why are you being nice to me?" Me: "Bitch, I'm not. I'm just being human. I'd do it for any other girl. Don't feel special."

I said "Yeah, I've been busy and I heard about the rumor of you sleeping with the professor, am sorry I wasn't here to support you then" Isaac said "Thanks, it's all in the past now thanks to Aiden" I said with a smile "Aiden?" He asked "Yeah, he's a really nice guy" I said "Really? I don't think so" he said "Why?" I asked "It's just... I've heard he's rude" he replied "Yeah but if you get closer to him, you'll find out he's actually nice" I said

I quietly took his hand away from me and looked at him. “No, everything is fine, thanks.” I spoke softly. I was about to go, but I came back… “Why are you being nice to me, I hear you’re not the kind to be nice, especially after what happened between us?” I asked, looking into his eyes and listening to his heartbeat. "Isn't that the bad boy's job in school?.. besides I don't want to be an enemy with you, I think you're nice" He smiled calmly, his heart beating regular.. is he telling the truth?..

In the first place, I’m not the lady that they served and whenever they call me that I feel like there’s a wall between us. “Just eat.” Hendrick said. What’s with his attitude, really? We were eating when someone sat beside me. “Hello beautiful.” I looked at him and saw a teenage looking man with brown hair. His face is pretty but isn’t my type. My Hendrick is way prettier than him. Oh forget it. “Uhm, hi?” He smiled widely. “Do you mind if-” “Yes, I mind.” The man couldn’t finish what he was about to say when Hendrick butted in.

“And he never does.” She sighed, knowing he was right. “You’re strong,” he added quietly. “Don’t forget that.” A faint blush touched her cheeks. “What’s your name?” “Johnson. I’m from France. I’m here with my best friend.” “Oh,” she smiled, interest flickering. “You’re new here. I could show you around sometime—if you’d like.” “I would love that.” She pulled out her phone” I wouldn’t mind” “You can also call me if he ever tries anything again.” Johnson said