Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

He hit me playfully and told me not to be so uptight. “Let’s go. I need to convince you. Show you why I like N*****x so much.” He likes it so much. This guy is probably an imitation of Dylan. This can’t be the real Dylan. This person is an impostor that is using Dylan face. I know. I can feel it.

“Said by someone who beats up her juniors and cheats to pass her exam. You are not even loveable. No guy likes you.” “You are wrong!” Hailey roared. “I have a ton of guys who like me. In fact Ryan likes me and he is a very good guy. He goes to a game center, hangs out with friends and has fun. He doesn’t spend the whole day in his house trying to be classy or trying to do everything his mother says.” Lovelyn shrugged.

I retorted. "What a looser, it's DJ" they revealed giving me a vibes of a celebrity player but he wasn't one. Danny Jason, a star player and college hunk known more for his famous demeanor. A complete playboy messing around with pom pom girls. Totally out if my league...! It's just a match and that jerk... What the heck was there to be excited so much? "Oh...!" I let out my breath calmly as I am not a sports person at all.

“If you need help hacking the cafeteria WiFi, I’m your girl.” “Micah,” grinned a freckled guy in flannel. “I play guitar. Badly. But with feeling.” “And that’s Jordan,” Jade added, nodding toward a dark-haired guy leaning against the wall, sipping coffee like a brooding poet. “Ignore his tortured artist vibe. He’s actually hilarious.” Ashara chuckled, warmth blooming in her chest. These people were… real. Unfiltered. The opposite of everything she was used to in the East. And they welcomed her without hesitation.

Abroad. Jason walked into the company...People from the company started to gossip. "Isn't he too handsome...my god.", One of the people from the crowd spoke. "Yup...after Mr.Anan, Mr.Karan...he...Jason Ray is the next most eligible bachelor.", Other Employee spoke. "Mr.Anan and Mr.Karan recently revealed their faces...but he is already well known.", The employee said. "He is the only heir to "Nobel"...he is also a dream crush for people.", Another one spoke.

He was her loyal knight, pouring her wine and serving her food, all the ruthless decisiveness of an Underboss erased. They were laughing and talking, and I was clearly not needed as a prop. I didn't want to waste any more time and looked for a chance to slip away. But Noa suddenly turned to me gracefully. "You must be Maeve. I've heard so much about you. The famous 'piano goddess of the underworld'." Caught off guard by being singled out, I quickly waved my hand. "Thank you, but that's an overstatement. Just some flattery from friends."

“You think better when you’re not tired. And I’d like you thinking clearly when we talk properly.” Her heart rate soared. Who the hell was this guy?

I, Lincoln Shaw, was determined to be a player for life. Facing this innocent college guy, all I wanted was to escape quickly. "Here, this is 200 dollars. Keep it. Actually, I don't know if it was your first time, so here's another 300. That's all I have in my wallet." "What do you mean? Are you dumping me already?" he suddenly asked angrily. "No, no. We're not lovers, so you can't call it dumping. At most, it was just a one-night stand."

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?

Boys with clinking wine glasses. It was enough to bring the panicky feeling inside me if only Asher wouldn't have been here. He wouldn't leave me between such people. "Hey Mel, meet Jay." Asher said introducing me to a guy just our age. I looked at him, breaking myself from staring at people, and gave a polite smile as he shook my hand. "He's my own personal drummer." Asher said with a smile. He had black hair under the lights and a lean body. Just like most of the boys here, he was wearing jeans and a buttoned up T-shirt.