Novel & Cerita No More Mister Nice Guy Audiobook

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? It looks like someone tore your ass off and stitched it on your face. That’s an abomination. My pizza is delicious.” “Boys, boys. Seriously now.” Mr. Midnight—ooooh, that’s also good—clicks his tongue at his bickering guards. Goons. Lackeys. Soldiers? Whatever they are. “We can get the pizza. Just relax. No one is an abomination. I’m hungry too, so I’ll get to the good parts.” His black eyes turn and land on me, so soft and deep they’re like falling into a ball pit, but those balls are his eyes. Creepy. “I’m about to tell Miss Azalea White—”

"Yes, Mr. Eldridge?" "Please connect me with Marcus Whitmore, he is a manager of a Eldridge bookstore and a friend, I need to speak with him" "Right away sir" I wait in my office for the phone to ring. I tap the sensor in the room which triggers to sound proof walls. "Hello, this is Mr. Whitmore" I sit down at my desk. "Marcus, it's Hunter" I hear something drop in the background, and I hear him curse. "Holy shit! Hunter, to what do I owe the honor my lord?" he tells me, his old british accent slightly leaking through.

Naomi wore a sincere smile and looked him in the eye. “Some people appear to be righteous, but they are evil-minded. Some disguise their true identities, but they are indeed kind-hearted. Old Mister Lively, you have met countless people in your life, and you should know that you can’t judge a person only by his appearance.” They looked at each other quietly for a few seconds, and Old Mister Lively suddenly burst into laughter. The tense atmosphere suddenly eased. “You are very clever, just like her.” Then Old Mister Lively obediently took off his shirt.

he concluded and I nodded with tears. "I can't believe we started as friends with benefits at first. Our story from Stockfield is so.. So.. " "So Nice" he completed and pulled me for a hug. THE END.

weird guy : who knows what intentions you have me : listen mister I already told you it's an accident not intentionally happened weird guy : such an attention seeker me : what the hell you said who wants your bloody attention I will burn myself alive instead to get your attention, huh attention my foot weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead

He handed his luggage to Wanda with practiced ease and instructed, "Wanda, there are bottles of Stella's and Tanya's favorite wine in there. Be careful not to break them. Tonight, we're gonna drink until…" He trailed off when he finally noticed Mason and me. His expression changed instantly, and he slapped a hand over his mouth in fake surprise. "Oh, I forgot you two were at home. Um, please don't take what I just said to heart, okay?" I took a calm sip of coffee and crossed one leg over the other. "So you do know you sound pretty awful, huh?" Mason stretched and chimed in, "That's what all pick-me guys are like."

Rent was due, I needed to eat, and I still needed to work to cover my debts. I was about to turn away when he suddenly leaned closer. The corner of his lips curved into a wicked smile, his voice low and teasing. "But if you want to hear it, I can call you Master." His breath brushed against my cheek, warm and close. Heat rushed to my ears. The forum page was still open on my phone. [ColdBriefs: One star review. Don't buy a merman as a partner. He's colder than a rock and always looks miserable. He's also a picky eater. Anyone know a better beastie to get?]

“Just spice down the wrong pipe.” “Janessa pour him some water,” Monique says. She did and pressed the glass to my lips. I gulped and she slowly dabbed my chin, rubbing on my chest. “Janessa,” Monique scolds, “he's a grown man, not a baby.” “Every man is a baby mum,” she jokes. “Even Mr. G.” “Well he's not yours, he's like your daddy. I can't believe you still enjoy troubling him after all this time.”

the well-dressed man asked, raising an uncertain eyebrow as he gave her a thorough once-over before dashing back to meet her bland brown eyes. In response to his query, Vinnie tilted her head to the other side, her dark hair tumbling off her shoulder. The man probably got a hint, as in the next moment, he was swiftly apologizing. “Wait. I forgot. I’m so sorry. You can’t talk, right?” he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and took a quick glance behind the counter. “That girl over there mentioned that. She called herself your friend. It completely slipped my mind,” he shook his head before shipping his red-stained eyes back to her. “I should really consider sleeping more…” that, he muttered to

“H-you shouldn’t be a-here Miss. M-this is a men’s room.” “And you shouldn’t be doing that here.” I smirked. I looked down at his pants tomorrow, still peeking at his red boxers. Red is all over his face. His body curled. I watched his adam’s apple moved. His eyes is finding something to stare, in the end the floor has his attention. He didn’t seem to have any intention of speaking so I presented his paper in front of him. “T-thank you. Y-you don’t have to c-come in here just to give it to me ---”