Nice Guys Always Finish Last Novels & Stories

He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear something like that, how much he needed someone to remind him that he wasn’t completely alone. The night ended with a quiet drive back to Lily’s place. As they pulled up to her building, she turned to him with a smile. **"Thanks for tonight,"** she said. **"It was...nice. We should try it some other time.

I instinctively stroked the scar on my neck, it was the mark left after the System repaired me for the fourth time. At that moment, the assistant set the coffee lightly on the desk. “Mr. Greenwood, the cross-border acquisition case was successfully completed.” The sound of porcelain hitting marble made my fingertips tremble. A business partner teased Ben Greenwood, “Mr. Greenwood, you have both a talented consultant and a beautiful secretary. You always get the good-looking girls, you lucky brat.”

"Dude, who's so quick, I didn't steal anything. - Shameless, don't you see this is a lucky money for your granddaughter? – Shit, is it only one yuan to send lucky money to your niece? Stingy stuff. Little niece, little niece, little niece… Jenna Sarah smokes a cigarette, mournfully sends a message. Firefighters are good at catching cats: You mortals, don't know anything about Paul Henry. What kind of little niece, what kind of little niece is there to meet the devil!

She stared right at him and took a seductive bite, and then closed her eyes and whimpered. "That's good," she said, opening her eyes. The woman can bite a strawberry and send blood pumping through his dick, Nic thought. He leaned over to kiss and lick her lips, tasting chocolate and champagne. "Very good," Nic said, licking his own lips. "So, what new beginnings are we celebrating, Mr. Andretti?" she asked. Nic leaned back in his chair. "A beautiful virtuous woman once told an unmoving arrogant prick that there is always a place for decency and at the end of the day, money isn't everything and it never was. Well this prick finally listened. I'm out, baby."

She answered. He nods slowly. "I'll leave you here in the place where I got you," he said, gasping for his breath. "You think this will be the last time we could see each other, huh?" Casey asked him. He shook his head to her. "Yes, Casey. This will be the last time we could see each other. I'll never see you again. Thank you for helping me," Niccolo answered. Casey tried not to cry, but her tears betrayed her. A sob escaped her mouth as she looked at his handsome face. She forced her mind to memorize his beautiful eyes and handsome face, so she couldn't forget him easily. But she shouldn't memorize it in her mind, he'll be forever in her heart and that's the most important thing.

he beams. Personally, the corniness would be it for me. But Cas seems happy with him. She’s smiling brighter than I’ve seen in a while. He’s not her usual type. Cas goes for unavailable guys who want her for one thing. Nick seems like the bid of the frat. He’s the nice guy who values women. He won’t participate in the asshole-y games that those guys usually play. He’s reliable. I can already see Cas sabotaging this for the rollercoaster of passion and heartbreak that she’s used to.

"Sam, I really didn't mean for this to happen! I just didn't want Jess to blame you, so I hurried to bring it back. I…" She seemed too flustered to go on, so the other operators jumped in to help her. "It's just a watch. Celia just borrowed it, and it's not like she was keeping it. Why are you making such a big deal?" "She even hurt her knee and elbow rushing to return it!" "We're all on the same team. Isn't helping each other what we're supposed to do? Jessica, you are one of our best broadcasters! No need to be so petty!"

ASHLEY. I listened to Nick's friend talk about a childhood story. One that had my boss giving him murderous glance across the table. "Imagine little Nick with Kat's red lipstick all over his face, Ash." Ludacris Smith. He was popular too. The media labelled them as the handsome duo. He was more laid back and funny. "Nick really does know how to choose 'em." It’s the first thing he said to me when I opened the door for him.

Then they vanished. They were edited. Messed up. Shut down. Still I dug deeper. I need pieces of information. Always pieces. Reports from years ago. Different places.. Same pattern. “Not much blood.. Picked targets. People who survived.” Every file ended the way. They were. Stopped. Not solved.. Hidden. My heart stayed calm.. Something else got tighter. Then I saw it. A name that wasn’t fully erased. “Cassian.” No last name. No where he was from or destination. It was there.

That night, my phone kept buzzing nonstop. I opened the company chat group. The pinned message was last month's performance summary. I glanced over it. My name was dead last, at the very bottom of the rankings. All the project results that should have been credited to me had been reassigned to Theodore. He was now in first place, far ahead of everyone else. The group chat had long since blown up, overflowing with flattery and bootlicking comments. "Mr. Wesley is amazing! No wonder he's the star of our department!"