Mr Good Guy Novels & Stories

Moore. "Ah, Roger. It's so good to see you, my boy," Mr. Moore greets him with a strong slap on the back rather than the expected handshake. The move catches my new boss off guard and his face falters in shock. But when I look again his smile is firmly back in place.

“Sure, Mr. Moody. I’d be happy to help.” Mr. Moody slams his hands down excitedly and rises from the desk with an enthusiastic grin. “Fantastic, Ms. Vega! I will set up an introduction with your tutor in the library this afternoon. He’ll be waiting for you there.” Feeling just as ecstatic by my choice, I rise from the chair. Mr. Moody is the most exuberant person I’ve ever met. He’s a portly guy with a balding head, rosy cheeks, and large dark eyes. He’s always wearing dark suits with funny ties that make us kids roll our eyes. The tie he’s wearing today is of Snoopy flying in the sky with Woodstock behind him.

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

Luckily I didn't get too carried away with the situation, I stopped to wait for the car to quiet down and then ran again towards Rama, hugging him at the end. Bugh... I hugged so hard, because I was half jumping half running, imagine! Then this Rama is not the type of person who has strong muscles modeled by today's drought guys, he is on the slimmer side, so he staggered back a little when I hugged him. "Why are you...." He stopped mid-sentence because he probably saw what I saw. Mr. Harold. "Oh... so it's him! The one who made you hug me so dramatically! Do you need a dip and kiss scene like in those European movies?" he offered.

Gale's deep, flat voice. Mimin who put the cherry in her mouth almost choked. Gale, the guy came out wearing boxer shorts and no top yet. A wide towel covered his shoulders, but not his chest, his six-pack, and sat right in front of her. Mimin could barely control herself, she could vomit blood because she was too excited. "Eulk Cough Cough" ######################

“I don't know if it's a miracle or something, but I have seen Mr. Elvis's enthusiasm flare up again since the arrival of Mrs. Avelyn. I'm happy too." “If I become Mr. Elvis, my soul will definitely burn up too. How could he not, now he has a great sex partner in bed. Young, beautiful, tight, sexy, and...." "Shut up! Is that all that's in your dirty brain?” Dorris grimaces a little, showing a row of old yellowish teeth decorated with the remains of black grape skin in some corners. To be honest Magda was disgusted by Dorris's completely unkempt teeth. Moreover, he was also a heavy smoker. Practically his teeth became damaged and looked like dirty donkey teeth.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

“We found Theo smith. Did he send you a message now?” Xavier raised his brows, “Yeah. Who’s Theo?” “Leonard Guevara’s former personal assistant, he was in the truck that hit your parent’s car,” Mike said.

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

Ruby gripped her tray like a shield, scanning for an empty table. That’s when she saw him. Kai Kingston. Standing in the center of the room like the sun— and everyone else orbited him. He wasn’t even trying. He stood there in a simple gray hoodie and dark jeans, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms that definitely didn’t belong to someone who “didn’t care.” His hair was a perfect mess, he laughed like he owned the oxygen supply, and people practically leaned toward him when he spoke. It was disgusting. But also unfairly attractive.