Nice Guys Always Finish Last Novels & Stories

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."

"You have lovely feet. They just need to remember how to listen." It was a lie she told often. She had become very good at lies. Good enough that sometimes she forgot where the truth ended and the performance began. The truth was that Mrs Adeleke had feet like bricks and the rhythm of a dying metronome. But Zara had learned that wealthy widows did not pay for honesty. They paid for grace. They paid for the illusion that they could still be beautiful, still be desired, still be something other than the grief that clung to them like cheap perfume.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

Ringing. "Hey" "What's up" "It's seems that you're doing something" "Yup, I need to, for the dare" "Well, you really hate giving your sports car away?" "Yeah, It's one of my favourite" "Okay, finish the dare and your car is all yours" "I know, Where's Lucas?" "He's sorrounded by the girls again, showing off" "Haha" "We'll see you on monday then, let's see if you can make her agreed"

Ana said " Look, i know you're hurt, and yes, i think you should move, but not move out of the continent. Listen, i think you should come to new york, there are lots of Ad agencies here and with your cv you can get any job with any of them. Plus, you can stay with me and there would be someone to actually stay with you in a time like this" " I am not handicapped Ana, i don't need to be looked after"Riley said with " but, i can see myself living in new york, i mean, it's the city of glitz and glamaour'' " That would be LA'' Ana cut in " New york is more like sweats and more sweats and a little, just a little glamour but fun" " Whatever, you know what i'm saying" Riley said in her defence " Ok

“Let me just get a refill.” He smiled against her neck. “Sure, beautiful.” Peeling herself away from him, she pushed through the small group of men that had crowded around her and her friends with a few other women mixed in who she didn’t recognize. All of them were beautiful and high-class looking. Cassie had never surrounded herself with people like this … those with so much disposable money that they had a hard time actually spending it all. But, she supposed, it was a nice change of pace from the guys at the dive bars they usually entertained. People like Brian, who waxed poetically about dreams, goals, and aspirations they never did anything about.

Norman's eyes flashed coldly just from remembering the woman, albeit just for a second, as he soon calmed down. Seeing that the girl fell, he alighted with an umbrella and strode up to her, stopping half a pace away to stare downwards at the little tramp. He threw a hundred dollar bill that he kept at the glove compartment, saying coolly, "Take the money and go." He knew full well that he did not hit her, but the way she fell almost seemed proficient. He had certainly heard of many stories of how this was a common trick that scammers pulled, and how those scammers came in all ages. In fact, there were plenty of children who did it at her age, be it children from orphanages or instructed by t

"Didn't you say you were on your deathbed this morning? What now? No one believed your lie, so you came back to pick on Jane again? "Viola, from this moment on, your father and I aren't leaving Jane's side. You won't get another chance to hurt her," Mom said coldly, stepping in front of the bed to block me. "We're the Smith family—nobles of Moonfall Pack. We have standards, and we're respected. But you? You've always been hot-tempered and jealous. You even faked being sick just to steal the Miracle Elixir meant for Jane!" Dad stood beside Mom, just as defensive, like a hen guarding their chick.

The realization of what had just happened was almost too much to bear; it was truly a hard pill to swallow. "I'm okay. We're okay," I whispered softly, trying to reassure both him and myself. I lowered my voice, wrapping it around him like a comforting blanket. "Everything will be okay." He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching mine for reassurance, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and anxiety. "Thank God," he breathed, a spark of relief washing over his features. "Because I finally got around to finishing that project." He wiggled his brows playfully, attempting to lighten the mood with his signature cheeky grin.