Nice Guys Always Finish Last Novels & Stories

It's so nice to catch up and see all the things I've missed out on while I was away. Right now I'm at a table with Noah, Grayson, and Em. She and Grayson had came out for the party leaving the kids with her mom. We're both talking about the latest episode of The Bachelor and laughing our heads off about all the overly attached girls on it while Noah and Grayson are talking about some baseball game. In the middle of our laughter Em's own ceases and she looks over my shoulder. I turn around to see what has caught her attention. It's Pierson.

he grumbled as he started to work. (***) Sexy Girls Group 😘 : Salsa : Guys, what are you doing? Salsa : hello, answer me this time! Lia is reading..... Lia is typing..... Aini is reading…. Salsa : hey, why are you just watching it? Lia : You're noisy. We're busy. Right Ni? Aini : he'eh… but by the way, why is my name Nini so crazy? Lia: 😒 (cynically) when did you know Ni? Your work is just silent every day.

The disciplinary probation didn't seem to affect Harley at all. If anything, he looked even more pleased with himself than the last time we met. "You older guys really don't see the big picture. After all that fuss, all you wanted was 70% of the assets? Professor Chambers is still young. It won’t be long before she makes it all back—and then some!" I didn't bother responding. Just like last time, his attempts to provoke me had no effect whatsoever. Still, if he wanted to play this game, I was more than happy to play along.

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

Bitterness crept up my throat, but now it was too late to leave. If Nicolas de Sanctis has the worst reputation of any man I've ever met. The man who was walking towards me with his cute smile was the complete opposite. He is handsome in a gentle way. I could see that everything inside him was not just a facade. He is himself. The man with his word. A gentleman, even though Nicholas de Sanctis's good looks and physique still excelled, his charm was not inferior.

“Don't be dramatic. Unless there is no pretty woman involved, you don't mess shit up.” Silence again. Then, “Turn in your badge. Take some fucking time off. Lose that penchant of yours for pretty things. I suggest going to Europe or Zimbabwe.” Nick’s eyes are dead serious. “And, you look like fucking hell itself.” **

After hearing that Elara and I had broken up, my business partner, Julian Hart, laughed and said we should celebrate. We sat at a roadside taco stand, eating tacos and drinking beer. After several rounds, he slung an arm around my shoulders. "Congratulations. You got out of an unhealthy relationship." I gave a bitter smile and clinked my bottle against his. "Even you could tell?" He clicked his tongue. "Anyone with eyes could tell. You were the only one too close to see it."

Before they disappeared completely, they left me one last message, "Tonya Bender, you are no longer the villainess in the hero and heroine's love story. Live well from now on." I smiled and waved at the comments that were fading away. I was confident that I would live my life to the fullest. There were no protagonists haunting the narrative, only my parents, my two daughters, and me. Our family would find happiness, and we would live happily ever after.

The shower continued running. I rose from the couch and walked over to the coat rack. A length of pink ribbon peeked out from Conrad's jacket pocket. Carefully, I pulled it free. It was a certificate of authenticity from a luxury jewelry house. The item listed was a custom pink diamond necklace. Engraving: S&C. Summer and Conrad. So this was the meaningless little act he claimed was only for show. I slipped the certificate back into the pocket exactly as I had found it. Then I walked over to the coffee table, picked up the roasted sweet potato, and dropped it into the trash. It landed with a dull thud. Along with it went the last shred of hope I still had for him.

The confidence in his voice sounded genuine. Almost convincing. Almost. That evening Liam organized a small celebration. Nothing fancy. Just a gathering at his apartment. A few friends. Music. Food. Laughter. Everyone congratulated him. Everyone celebrated. Everyone except Noah. Emma noticed it immediately. While everyone else drank and laughed, Noah remained unusually quiet. He stood near the balcony watching the city lights. Lost in thought. Eventually Emma approached him. "You look miserable." Noah glanced at her. "I'm fine." "You always say that."