Nice Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m not quite seeing anything amusing me here. I think I’m getting tired of fashion itself.” The manager froze, unsure whether to laugh or panic. But before he could respond, a voice drifted in bold and charming “I’m guessing you haven’t tried animal prints,” it said. “I know it’s not exactly ‘rich’ or ‘classy,’ but sometimes it’s okay to go a little wild.” Lilian turned, mildly intrigued — and there she was. A flawless young woman stood a few feet away, her beauty almost cinematic. Ice-blue eyes that caught the light, long blonde curls cascading perfectly down her shoulders, and a figure sculpted like she’d stepped out of an ad campaign. Her perfume hit next , soft but commanding

“I just… dropped something.” She quickly pushed Arine behind the door, her heart hammering. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Sally stood there, looking slightly concerned. “Everything okay? You sure?” “Yeah, I’m good,” Mila said with a small smile, still trying to steady her breathing. “What did you want?” “I wanted to borrow that new novel you were reading last week. The thriller one. I can’t sleep and I need something to read.” Mila nodded quickly. “Oh, sure. Wait a second.”

People really seem to be enjoying their weekend. I stand next to Nicole as she gets ice cream from the girl on an ice cream cart. She smiles, saying something to that girl, and I admire how beautiful she looks in that yellow summer dress. She has a tinge of blush over her cheeks as her skin radiates brightly under the sun, and I wonder what makes her glow so much today. She has always been the prettiest woman in the world for me, but there is something certainly different about her today. I don't know, maybe spending time with her family has proved very beneficial in bringing out the hidden gleam on her face. I let my eyes waver around and notice a gift shop across. Nicole seems to be still

Clairessa’s POV The car hadn’t even stopped before Nicole had her face pressed against the window, buzzing with excitement. The second we stepped out, I had to admit—it was impressive. The kind of resort where the super-rich came to disappear for a weekend and blow off steam. Nicole gasped beside me. “Oh my God. This place is gorgeous! I mean—finally! I’ve always wanted to come on one of these trips.” I didn’t respond. I was too busy watching Adrian, who was oddly quiet beside her.

The jewelry at her throat and ears gleamed with subtle, tasteful grace – nothing like the flashy diamonds that Daisy and her friends like to show off. But it's more than that. More even than her gleaming waterfall of dark hair or the lovely curve of her lips when she teases him. It's something deeper, something that radiates from the heat of her skin and the kindness in her eyes, straight into his heart. Something that makes his wolf quiet, still, take notice. Something that draws him to her. It's nonsensical. Nicole isn't a werewolf, and she's not one of the connected families that Marcus has always assumed he'd marry into. She has no money, no connections, no bloodline. On paper, she's nob

He then grabbed a glass and filled it with some warm water. Felicity leaned against the couch and realized that there was something under her hand. She looked down and went numb when she saw that it was a bra. She stared blankly at the undergarment in her hand and heard Nicole say, "Looks nice, right?" Felicity looked up and saw Nicole in a new set of clothes, leaning against the wall. She was wearing a hot tank top and a pair of wide-legged pants. She let down her hair and held a cigarette in her hand. "The design is pretty great," said Nicole as she seductively puffed out a mouthful of smoke.

Nina’s pov- I walked around the island my fingertips grazing over the marble granite counter, It was so quiet. Where was everyone? This place was the definition of don’t judge a book by its cover, maybe my assumptions and imagination were too British of me. I wonder how Americans picture an English home? I opened the large fridge to find a mountain of fresh fruit and veg, a few cans of what looks to be beer and a couple of purple cans. I picked one of the purple cans up to see the name grapico with a bunch of what I’m assuming was supposed to be grapes underneath it. This screams full of sugar and exactly what I was in need of right now. closing the fridge door I went in search to see if the

“Oh, you don't know what New Girl is? It is only the greatest show ever. It is about this weird, quirky girl who moves into this loft with these guys after a bad breakup+ -. There is Schmidt, the douchebag businessman with a seriously weird feminine side. Coach who is a jock and kind of an idiot. Then my favorite, Nick. The grouchy, man-child who is a sweet, cuddly teddy bear. Winston comes in later and I love how dumb he is. He calls himself Winny the bish.” With that, she gestures to Jake Johnson.

Smith. Nicolas saw a stunning beautiful girl, standing with a book in her hands. She had high forehead, small chin, small nose, short and narrow jaws, high cheekbones, flawless fair skin and a perfect curvy figure. Her long wavy deep brown hair, cherry lips and two pair of wide sea green eyes made her, looking like no less than a celebrity. She was really a rare beauty. Nicolas immediately froze and was staring at her like she was the only one in the class.

“Ashley, can we do this—“ I said, then she cut in, “no Janelle, we can’t.” “You said you’re fine, but I’m not. Let’s just party, we’ll be back soon, okay?” She begged, then I had no choice but to give in. She hugged me and happily hailed a taxi. “Downtown club,” she said as we got in. The city buildings blurred past us, and I replayed what I had earlier read. “Loan collateral: His granddaughter, Janelle Peters.” How could he do this to me? And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000?