Nice Guys Finish Last Songs Novels & Stories

For the rest of the dinner, everyone tried their hardest to keep the atmosphere lively. Summer excused herself to use the restroom and never came back. When it was time to pay the bill, I pulled out my phone. A WhatsApp message from Conrad appeared on the screen. "I've landed. Get some sleep." I stared at the message for a long time. Gradually, my vision blurred. In my mind, I kept hearing that sugary-sweet "babe" from the speakerphone. I did not reply. I simply locked the screen. Outside the restaurant, the chilly breeze of early spring hit me head-on.

I wanted to turn around and look at her one last time. Just one last look at the mother I fought so desperately to protect. But the moment I turned my head, the metallic sweetness rising in my throat could no longer be suppressed. “Pfft!” A mouthful of blood burst from my lips. The overwhelming pain finally stole away my consciousness. In the final second before my body gave out, the last thing I saw was my mother's face turning deathly pale, and her figure rushing toward me in complete panic.

she propped one hand on her hip. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lip. “I’m just doing my job Miss,” He scanned her face and nodded for her to go in. “I’m sure Miss Alina will appreciate you being here.” “She better. We’ve got lots to talk about, especially after the week she had.” She shook her head sympathetically. The younger bouncer nodded to me. “Name?” he asked. I held a steady gaze with him. “Mikhail.” The young man frowned slightly, waiting. “Last name?”

More than ever, I knew I was going through with this, no looking back. I had stopped being the nice lady two years ago. The door creaked open, and Stanley stepped in….

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

Cassie, in turn, took a few nibbles of hers to guarantee that her energized tummy was going to be able to process anything fair yet. Talon gulped the monster nibble he had taken out of the sandwich, swallowed a few coffee, and at that point looked at her with those dazzling blues. Cassie needed to swim in them, to have all the cares in the world dissipate as she showered profound interior him. “So, final night was,” he started, holding the glass of coffee in front of his lips, “pretty fucking amazing.” Cassie’s confront went hot once more. She had nourishment in her mouth, but she gave him a sweet grin, constraining herself to see absent from his charming gaze.

Then she had watched her fiancé put a bullet through a man's skull and smile while the blood spread across the marble floor. The memory came without warning, as it always did. One moment she was counting beats and correcting posture and being the patient instructor these wealthy widows paid her to be. The next moment she was back in that hallway at the Lagos Charity Ball, the smell of jasmine and champagne and gunpowder thick in her throat. The man in the dark suit falling backward, his eyes wide with surprise—not pain, not fear, just pure, naked surprise, as if he could not quite believe that this was how his story ended. Emeka lowering the gun, his smile never wavering. Turning to her and

Just because I talk to a male classmate a few times, my parents decide I'm dating too young and send me to a correctional boot camp for winter break. I spend 14 days there. They don't come to pick me up until New Year's Eve. Dad reaches for my backpack, but I panic and instinctively drop to my knees. I blurt, "Dad, I'm sorry. I'll carry my own things. I won't let a member of the opposite sex touch me!" Dad looks displeased. "I told you to be wary of men outside, not to be wary of your own father." I keep my head lowered and say nothing. It's because even responding to a member of the opposite sex is considered wrong. On the way home, Mom sees me sitting perfectly upright and motionles

yummy yummy "! They all laughed at his singing. They were playing Justin Bieber's music album, when they reached Nic's house, he was all ready, he just had to lock although there was a security guard, he was already on his seat as soon as he recalled he had forgotten his wallet. "Ohh damn! Damn!... My wallet! He got himself down and went back to get it, it looked like he had already started partying by himself, he was all black, with his "Drew" black T-shirt and those ventilation jeans from the sports scene with his flops, he wasn't completely dressed for the party yet. Damn! His cologne was a hit, and smelt expensive and yes it was, but not an arm and leg you know. The music they were pl

I told him, because jokes are always nicer than tears. Nicos waited at the doors. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. As far as I was concerned, he was a portrait that had decided to walk out of its frame. He watched Elky, and Elky watched the floor near Nicos’s shoes like maybe it had a say in our destiny. The elders kept breathing, but that was about it. Nicos spoke without raising his voice, but the room rippled anyway. “We’re finished here,” he told them. He turned to Elky last. Maybe he saved it for dessert. Maybe he knew the last line is the only one people remember.