Nice Guys Finish Last Songs Novels & Stories

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.”

Someone had connected their phone to the van's Bluetooth, and within minutes, the entire track team was belting Britney Spears like a traveling choir of unhinged pop stars. By the second chorus of "Oops!... I Did It Again," they were already yelling, laughing, and fully aware that the night was headed straight into disaster territory. In their defense, it was technically a warm-up—for karaoke later. Realistically, though, it was just an excuse for the guys to yell "It's Britney, bitch!" at full volume. And honestly? Fair. It was cathartic.

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.

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.

Says the bulky guy who stood firmly in front me and my Gabriel same with the other two. "And I am Heine." The one who is equally tall as Ja is the next one to himself. And I couldn't stop myself from smiling as this moment felt nostalgic. "I am the last to introduce myself but my name is actually First." The last guy jested as he introduced himself and I can't help but chuckle. I feel really emotional especially when they all bow their heads to me and Gabriel. "We're here to report for work under Mr. Johnson's jurisdiction. Just like before." They said in unison while Royce and Heather looked at the three of them with amusement.

… Kendrick pretended to take a sip from his cup before finally speaking. "I heard Ambrose got married," he stated deliberately. Without raising my head, I continued to wipe the coffee mug and replied flatly, "Okay. And?" It seemed like he missed the irritation in my voice because he continued, "It was a business deal. The Sinclairs arranged it. "But on the wedding day, Nellie, that madwoman, crashed it and caused a big scene. Word is, she got beat up pretty bad by the bride's family." I finally set the mug down and flashed him a fake smile. "Did you come all the way here just to tell me that?"

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

We could hear Christian's fake cheerful voice over the mic as he started his apology journey and also the laughter from the guests, showing that his apology was accepted. It was sickening. "Great party." Gabrielle said, clicking her glass with mine. "Yeah." I replied. "Very great party."

He called one of his contacts at the police tech division, requesting a quick triangulation of the number’s last location. The contact hesitated — it was risky but after some persuasion, he agreed. They waited in silence, the clock ticking slowly until the call came back. “The number last pinged at the Midtown Grand Hotel, around 11:45 p.m.,” James relayed, hanging up. Emilia’s eyes lit up with urgency. “That’s less than a mile from where Martins was killed. Let’s go.” Within minutes, they were in James’s car, racing through the dimly lit streets.

He waited for me until I finished changing as we walk the hallway together. "I don't think they'll ever stop, don't you have any plan on taking back on them?" Jax asked as we saw Valerie's group of friends having a chitchat in the hallway, she saw me and splashed a big fake of the most fake smile before she waved at me. "You mean revenge? I'm not even thinking about it" "Then are you gonna let them treat you like that?" He hissed and rolled his eyes. I laughed at his reaction. "Hey, are you mad again? Come on! We'll be graduating sooner and I can patiently wait until I leave this hell, besides I'm getting used to it"