Nice Guy 2 Novels & Stories

I barely survived the riot, and the first thing on my mind was to assure my family that I made it out alive. However, my safety didn’t seem to be their concern. Faced with my family’s accusations and Wendy’s subtle aggression, I lost the will to fight. Back in my room, I dialed the number of George Thick, the Alpha. “Alpha, I accept your invitation to join the research team for the Northern expedition.”

However, before Josh could react, a guy in a red jacket approached them. "There are seats in the front row, please follow me" he casually said, sharing straight into Bienley's calm eyes. Bienley, Josh, and Kit fall silent, taken aback by the unexpected offer. Kit and Josh stared at the guy before averting their gazes to Bienley. Whatever was going on, they had a strong suspicion that it had something to do with Bienley. Josh was deeply contemplating when the guy's gaze shifted to him, prompting him to be anxious. The senior's stern gaze appeared to indicate an unequivocal directive, which he readily recognized.

The blonde-haired man hugged the slender woman from behind and kissed the nape of the neck suddenly. “You look so happy this time, what happened Gerald?” Janet who was still busy setting the dish asked. Gerald turned Janet around to face him slowly. His hands then wrapped around her thin waist and looked at her mischievously. “Hmm you know I’m happy this time, I just got some good news. The guy I asked to find out about the bastard Nicko was really awesome. He has a lot of brilliant ideas that are sure to blow the guy down,” Gerald said.

Cassie and Matt had once talked to him about being nice and now it was Marc. “Am I not being nice enough?” He asked, suddenly feeling queasy. Marc's eyes wavered and then he broke into a striking soft laugh. “Nick and nice? Yuck! Two hell of contradicting words capable of holding the world to a standstill. Even if it takes you two centuries to be nice bro, I'll be waiting.” He spat the words in his face with a wicked grin forming at the corner of his lips. Grey glared at him in silence with anger pulsating within him. You're trying to be nice Nick, no need to grab him by the shirt and blast his head against the wall.

"Honey, you're really not angry?" "She isn't having an easy time either," I said with a smile. Two days later, he went about his usual routine after work. When he realized I truly hadn't gone after the other party, he grew a little anxious and began casually mentioning that three thousand dollars around the house. Just as he had expected, I went down to the building where his company was located on the third day.

I was cherishing my moment alone when someone approached me. "Hi! We meet again" I raised an eyebrow. My day couldn't get any worse! This guy! I really want to slap him right now but I don't want to lose my poise. I just clenched my fist and looked at the dancefloor. The show is about to start! I saw Mich and the man heading to the bathroom. "Hey what's your name?" I'm still ignoring him. Is this really an elite bar of Hathaway? Letting someone like him in?

I peered at the girls from behind a tree bark, just behind their tiny cabin. Just watching as both of them spoke to one another. Marcus and Blake had gone elsewhere, probably to gather blood for all of them to last for a little while longer. So this is the new addition to the small group? I asked myself. She was beautiful along with her flame colored hair and delicate features. She had a nice figure to her. With decent hips and a nice rump. My ears perked as a sound came from behind me. My head turned toward the noise and I saw Gabriel. My heart dropped and I wanted to flee. What was he doing here? No doubt stalking me and making sure that I didn’t cause any trouble. I hated him for being so

[King of Handsomeness: Come pick me up! Beauty of Loneliness: I already said I'm busy. So, I am not free! This guy is so annoying! He wants me to pick him up? Does he want me to die?! [King of Handsomeness: Are you coming or not?] Beauty of Loneliness: Not coming! [King of Handsomeness: If you don't come and pick me up, I'll tell everyone that we used to date!] Beauty of Loneliness: I've dated so many, which number are you?

Third person narrative technique Tiana checked herself again in the mirror and smiled satisfactory at her look. The only thing missing was her nails, she'd have to ditch it, that would save her from the stress of removing it. Her mood sprang back alive when she got home a day before and the DPO announced that Mike have been caught in a mallam outfit, trying to poison the detective but she caught him. Her admiration for the female detective deepened more. She had always put her trust in her that she'd find Mike no matter how cunning he might be.

Nikki admits. “You have more restraint than I do,” the aide says. And they continue their discussion. I’m relieved I haven’t been outed by my uncontrollable responses to the woman. And the inconvenient thoughts surrounding her. I fully comprehend that I will eventually have to get over her. Today, however, is not that day. Thus, when the aide moves on to greet someone else, I whisk Nikki away for a champagne refresh and an introduction to a European real estate magnate who I intend to tap for office space in these various locations I’ll be expanding into.