No More Mister Nice Guy Audiobook Novels & Stories

~Demetrius POV~ You can call me heartless. You can call me wicked. But guess what? I don't give a damn. All she is just doing is reaping the fruits of her words. That is why it is important to note whatever you say to strangers. This... Is just the tip of an iceberg. "Sir, may I come in?" Claire said through the telephone. "Yes." I replied. "These are the files, sir and also she is yet to be back." She said.

this is what I should have said right? He seemed to be holding back a smile, but still with a strange face. Between wanting to smile and not, then he nodded. "My obligation ... fellow humans must do GOOD, right?" then he just left. Wait... why did he emphasize the word good so much! Is there something wrong with me not being nice to him? Like this is a reward for me not being nice to him? Ugh. Zetta shook my shoulder and made me look at her. "Oi.. awake! Earth to Lili! Li.. you've realized! Why is Mr. Harold so super cool!." Zetta said weirdly.

He smiles, and leans away; moving back into his earlier position. "Thank you," I whisper under my breath, hand moving to the spot, and stroking against the skin. "Don't do that, " He says, bringing me out of my daze, and I lift my brows at him. He smiles before saying, "That will only make it worse. You should have it treated once you're back at your place; I'll ask Heather to attend to you. " Why is he being so nice? Everyone here is nothing, but harsh, and violent with me. They all want to see me suffer, except Rio, and Heather. So why the hell is this mysterious man so nice? Who is he? And what does he want from me?

“What if I refuse? What will you do, sir?” “Cathy.” The warning flies over my head. “Mr Dissick.” I push on my toes to give him the briefest of kiss. Emotions fight in his eyes. “See you around, sir.” * * * A/N: My friend brought it to my attention that GoodNovel added the audio feature to this book. How do you like it so far?

Another pause. “…Okay, so what’s this Misha guy like? Does he snore? Does he fold towels the long way or the square way? Is he a psycho or, like, hot-broody-damaged? Is he hung? Please tell me he’s at least fifteen inches long, because I’d have premature grey hair for all the trouble I can already see in your future!” I laughed despite myself, sitting on the edge of the bed. “He’s… intense. And funny. Definitely Greek-statue material. A ridiculous amount of charm. You’d hate how much I like him already.”

he said and Mr Grey smirked. "Someone here hasn't been reading the magazine of this company" he hit his fist angrily on the counter making everyone startle at first. "I'm sorry sir" he apologized "Apologize to her" he said "I'm sorry miss" the coffee guy said and I looked at him in disgust and sighed. "Listen up everyone" Mr Grey said loudly and the noise which was earlier heard seized immediately; what power he held! "This young lady here is my new personal assistant, I'll need you all to give her some respect" he said facing the crowd and they nodded. For the first time here, I felt a sense of belonging and it felt so nice.

Didn't expect the update so early but here i am with new update as i personally loving this story Inline comments are love and do vote , response was very low on prologue , i don't know why you people can't able to vote and do comment , if still you are facing this problem then let me know Yesterday night was like a dream for me . I met manik yesterday. Is he really manik or his twin brother. This question is ringing in my mind from yesterday as there is huge difference between the manik , i knew earlier and the manik whom i met yesterday at party. His behaviour and his body language , his attitude , each and everything is different , he is irresistible man. I am getting trapped by this man

"How dare you touch me, you old geezer! Do you know who I am? I'm the daughter of the Jensen family! I'm the woman of Cyrus Lloyd's dreams! I'm even going to become a powerful CEO in the future. "Take a good look at yourself first before you even think about taking advantage of me!" That voice sounded impossibly familiar. It was Lorraine, and the man was Raymond Newell. While speaking, she started smashing even more wine bottles over Raymond's head. As the blood dripped from his head, he became so outraged that he slapped her. "How dare you slander me, you bitch! All I did was brush past you by accident! And look at you, calling yourself the daughter of the Jensen family. Everyone in Janning

Inner Devil: 'Look at this manager. His hairline’s retreating faster than his customer service.' Inner Devil 2: 'Someone get this man a helmet. He just poked a dragon with a toothpick.' “You’re standing on the edge of unemployment,” Kenneth said, voice low and icy. “I paid half a million dollars for this honeymoon, and this is the service you’re proud of? Keep talking and you’ll be demoted so fast you’ll be unclogging sewage lines with a plastic fork. And that’s if I’m feeling merciful.”

he asked "oh you heard me right..why will you throw it at me like I'm your dog!" "Just gimme my change and get out!" he replied instead "apologize Mister" I said "Mister??" he asked irritatedly "apologize!!!" I groaned "you'll wait for it" he said as he snatched the bag from me then I frowned "if that's what you want!" I huffed and threw his change at him. . . . . . TBC