Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

The assistant's words brought forth a brand-new perspective. "Ms. Jennings, me and a few friends have guessed that someone as mysterious, wealthy, and capable as the owner of Dream Maker is probably an innocent, introverted IT guy. These guys aren't romantic and could be boring, but it doesn't matter as long as they are good at earning money." Natalie nodded. "I also think that he is probably an IT guy who's a bit introverted or with some sort of mental issues." "Mental issues might be too much."

I added. “Oh god. This is so embarrassing,” he groaned, his eyes darting to the other guys who were now watching us. “You’re twenty-four. Maybe next time don’t be so forgetful, dumbass,” I said, crossing my arms. That was when I heard another voice. “Hey man… Who’s that?” A guy — sweaty, too hot, and way too handsome — walked closer. He wasn’t wearing a team shirt, just tight shorts that hugged his powerful thighs.

I never dated anyone before nor did I feel anything for any girl. I only played with hearts like a joker playing with the crowd's emotions. Sometimes he makes them laugh, sometimes he causes them to cry, and sometimes he makes them dread to ever allow the thought of coming to his home-the circus, invading their minds. I threw the remote on the glass table and pushed my head back, resting it on the couch. I heard footsteps entering the room, and I knew my peace and solitude were going to come to a halt soon enough. “ Sup E.” Mason said as he sat on the couch next to me, I opened my eyes and saw him picking the remote and turning on the T.V, he was drinking beer and eating hot Cheetos, I grabb

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

I spat and stared at the screen I have been trying to compose some songs but something is always distracting me First, it was my naughty sister that came to ask me one stupid question, after that, it was the call of my girlfriend, next my mum and now it’s Mike. “What nonsense is this now??” I spat Oops, I forget to introduce myself Don’t mind me, I love talking I’m Adrian, 21 years, a song writer and a musician. Well, like you have known, I’m mike’s close friend. I have a naughty sister who just loves disturbing me especially when I’m trying to write a song, well, I love her the way she is cuz she is lively, playful and respectful. I’m sure you would be surprised if I say this, but I’m still

One after another, people jumped in to tear him apart. [Is breaking up really that hard? You'd rather scheme against a buddy who trusts you? Are you even human?] [Meeting someone like you is the worst kind of bad luck. I hope your buddy sees this post and realizes what you really are. Disgusting.] [Stop pushing this kind of garbage to me. I'm so mad I'm about to get a lump in my chest! Idiot!] But the poster wasn't affected in the slightest. He fired back at each comment.

Of feeling like it was okay to not be strong for a second. We went back to the couch. He leaned back and I rested my head against his shoulder, his arm around my waist. “I’ve been so scared,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve been looking for jobs everywhere. I go to interviews and every time I walk out, I feel like I’m not good enough. He paused. And then I think about you.About us. About how I’m supposed to be someone you can rely on, and I just feel like I’m failing.” “You’re not failing,” I said softly.“ You lost a job. That happens. It doesn’t define who you are."

I give a half smile. he nods. "I don't need to knock anyone out, do I? I don't deal in this whole talk about boys thing, but if some punk needs a lesson taught, I'm your guy." He through a thumb to his chest, grinning. I shake my head. "No Luke. There's no boys." I giggle. He straightened out. "Good. Because I don't want to be the poor schmuck that has to tell Jay his girlfriend's dating. Please don't make me do that."

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.