I'm A Nice Guy Novels & Stories

I whispered to him. "It's nothing to me, don't worry." I chuckled as he said those words, of course no one can ever make Nicolas let his mood down. Of all the people I knew, he was the goofy one. He always has that smile on him, carrying it anywhere. That's why I am grateful I met this man. I can tell that he is a sunshine that can light up the day of those who are near him.

I can see he is trying to be good for me , even if he doesn't know that I know . People say that you should be with someone who makes you a better person , but what about someone who makes you happy , even though they're not the best person to be around . I'm not saying Ace is bad for me but I could probably be with a guy who makes me want to be the best version of me . Ace likes me for who I am ; the good , the bad and the broken .

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

"I'll take you up," As we staggered to the staircase, he spoke. "Why are you still kind to me after all the terrible things I've done to you? Why are you still helping me?" I sighed. "Because I am a good person. Being kind to you and helping you isn't something I necessarily want to be to you. It's just my personality," "It's as beautiful as you are," He said and smiled at me. I nearly missed a step but he was strong enough to hold me from falling. "I got you."

Nayel sighs, "I can't do that whole nice guy thing, I've told you this before" "Yes," I nod, "But you also told me that you're never the nice guy in a relationship either but look at you. You treat me like royalty, you're always there for me, you do sweet things like bringing me a donut every morning. That is nice guy behavior Nayel" I smile at him. Nayel sighs, "But I'm not trying with you, it comes naturally. I'm not going to force myself to pretend to be nice when that is not who I am nor who I want to be"

I started thinking about Nicko. He's really sweet to people. Is that what he does daily? I don't think he's capable of hurting a fly. He's really handsome too. He makes me feel so comfortable and loved. And let's not forget that my friends and mother like him too. He's a green flag.

I'm not a people person! "That's not intimidating at all" I sarcastically say, he just laughs walking over to me smiling "but I guess it's better than being hunted by a bad guy," I say, he just nods smiling at me. "They might look like tough guys, but they're generally nice people, sometimes too nice" he grumbles, I just sigh that made me feel the tiniest better about this situation I guess.

he rushes to comfort me with dazzling speed. Gee, he's actually a good guy. I'm on the verge of crying! But, if that small amount of sympathy were enough to save me, my personality wouldn't have gotten this bad. If that one line could solve someone’s issues, no one would have any issues in the first place. “Hey Noah, I appreciate your kindness. I know you’re a good guy. And you’re the ace of the soccer team. You’re even good-looking to boot. And You're so popular with the ladies.” I reply.

The doctor came out holding the report. I walked up and asked, "Doctor, I was right, wasn't I? I'm a guy. I don't even have a uterus. There's no way I could be pregnant." The doctor sighed. "Young lady, stop being stubborn. You're three months pregnant. Get admitted now to prevent the miscarriage. There's still time!"

"Oh Mitchell Mitchell, I'm human and there are certain people humans don't mix with, people like you. I can't cope with your icy nature... it's just not me, working for a boss that doesn't smile? No, thank you." I replied with a simple "ok" and dropped my phone. She can't understand. Nobody can. My lively and super nice side died the very day I realized being too nice was a curse, a really big curse. They'll pretend to love you in your face, and behind your back, they stab you with heartlessness. I don't usually care when someone tells me I'm icy, but why does it have so much effect on me now? I stared at my phone, not knowing what to type again. My second phone rang, and I dropped the other