Novel & Cerita Nice Guy Book

And I am the stranger. "You are back. That's nice." The man said coming into full view, having this devilish grin on. He is handsome, way too handsome. "Do I know you? And how did you get into my house?" I cranked my head, staring at him with so much curiosity. "Yes you do, you know me Janice. In fact, you know me way more than I know myself." His grin doubled in size. Staring at him more, I realise there was something familiar about him, his devilish grin, flaming green eyes, pointed nose, beautiful structured jaw, black sleek hair, god-like body. This man here, has the exact same description of my character in one of my books... My character name is Ethan Smith and he is a villain.

I scoff at the sudden vulnerability flooding me that his presence kept at bay before beckoning for a waiter. I need a drink. “Is it non-alcoholic?” I ask, and the waiter nods. I don’t know why I listen to Niklaus when alcohol will get the job done better, but I do. The further I weave through the crowd with the sparkling pomegranate juice in hand, the more I realise how far the other side of the hall, where it looks like there could be a balcony, is. “Is that him?” “God…he even smells poor.” A woman snickers, causing me to sigh.

“I dunno, a little creepy? Some random guy rescues you, buys you dresses, and packs you a lunchbox. That’s a bit creepy, no?” I shrug. “He’s not creepy. He’s nice.” “He could be a serial killer. Ted Bundy was a nice guy, you know.” I laugh. “You’ve been watching too much CSI.” “Yeah, and you’re really sweet. Too sweet. Like, take advantage of sweet.” She’d be the one to know. If only I was bitch enough to point that out. “I may not be worldly-wise like you, but I’m not stupid. He’s a nice guy. I like him.”

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“Liar.” I glare at him. “Trust me, you’re not my type,” I hiss. Theo cocks his head to the side, his eyebrow arching again. “Oh, Brooke Eastwick has a type? Go on, hit me with it.” I roll my eyes, kicking at the ground again. “I like nice guys.” “I’m not a nice guy?” I stifle a laugh. “Nice guys don’t get handjobs in public.” Theo shrugs, unruffled. “Fair enough. But let me let you in on a secret, no guy wants to be called nice.”

The leader and a big time jock. The last one had jet-black hair slicked back, emerald green eyes that looked like they could see through every lie you’d ever told. That was Casper. He hardly speaks, and every girl in school wants to desperately get in his pants. Only Anna, one of the girls in the cheerleading team that ever got close enough. As I froze in the doorway, Emrys lifted his gaze to me, eyes narrowing with curiosity. Then Kieran smirked, leaning forward. “Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Didn’t expect the girl who broke Orion Gritton to be this cute.”

“There’s my guy.” A man sat alone at a small table near the back. He was reading a book. The table was slightly secluded from the rest of the shop. It was the perfect place for a private conversation. We walked over to him. The man lifted his head from the book as we approached. Eric and I sat down across from him. “You got here on time,” Eric said. The man closed the book calmly. “I like being on time.” Eric nodded toward him. “Damian, this is Nick.”

I'm reaching the end of my first drink and quickly realizing this is a bust. As I contemplate leaving, someone sits in the empty stool beside me. "Hi," a voice says, and I look over to see a guy smiling at me. "Can I buy you another drink?" I hesitate, not sure if I should go or stay. He's cute, I suppose, but not my normal type. A little stocky, he has thick arms and light brown hair. But his blue-gray eyes draw me in because they seem to hold a twinkle.

Someone who wasn't Zade with his complicated intensity or Maria with her knowing looks. Just... someone new. The delivery guy looked up as I approached and his eyes widened slightly. A smile spread across his face—friendly, open, uncomplicated. God, when was the last time someone had looked at me like that? Like I was just a normal woman, not a assignment or a complication or a source of tension? "Hello," he called out in accented English, still smiling. "I didn't expect to see anyone so beautiful on this delivery." The compliment was cheesy, almost laughably so. But it made me smile despite myself.

Of course I didn't have time to inspect everyone else so I could only take a book and place it in front of my face pretending to study. A person lightly coughed just a distance from my desk. I turned to look at the funny faced guy with dirty blonde hair. He was skinny, maybe a bit skinny since his shirt was seemingly hanging from his shoulder blades, he seemed like the kind of guy who put less effort in studies but their grades were astonishing. "The book is upside down" he pointed at my book with a playful smile. I quickly put the book in the right position.