No More Mr Nice Guy Book Summary Novels & Stories

The book was also filled with weird rules and things I don’t think we as workers need to know. Like the way grumpy guy likes his coffee and the things that we do that annoys him. Apparently, saying the words literally when the thing isn’t literal makes him wants to go crazy. He hates the color yellow and that wasn’t surprising at all. He probably likes grey and black and white and soulless colors that match his own disgustingly black soul that’s always put to destroy innocent people on his path. Have I not made a huge mistake like this? Can’t wait to tell Liam all this shit when I get home.

“Does this apply to me? Because I will be honest, I am still trying to figure you out.” I groaned, feeling my cheeks heat up. He was enjoying this far too much, and I was getting nowhere trying to grab the book. Desperate, I climbed up onto the sunbed, giving myself just enough height to reach over and finally snatch the book from his hands. I jumped down quickly, clutching the book to my chest like it was a prized possession. “You are an asshole, you know that.” I grumbled, frowning at him. Owen chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “That was fun. I did not know you were so into self-help books.” His tone was teasing, he looked down at me, still smirking. "You really think that book'

It was nothing new that he did not like the idea of a new assistant, but this time it seemed as if he had taken things to a whole other level. “Nice to meet you, Gina.” A/N This is the end of the first book. Don't forget to look up @chavontheauthor/chavon.tamika in case you have any questions and I'll make sure to answer them. Thank you so much for reading, His Promise.

I floored the gas and sped straight to the hospital. Once we got there, I immediately contacted the parents of both male leads and my dear father-in-law, Thomas Grant. The moment they heard what happened, they all booked the earliest red-eye flights and rushed back overnight. While they were in the air, I took advantage of the downtime to quickly pull my funds, unwind positions, and shut off the keys to the Grant family's master access account. The male lead in the book had been born into a family of financiers and was a true prodigy of capital operations and venture investments—a top-tier trader by any standard. And yet, somehow, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with a woman as toxic as Stell

"Disrespectful brat!" Elder Mack changed to prismatic light and turned to report to Second Elder. 'That Second Elder needs to stop sending me to do dirty work. I rather cultivate than do this mess. Hah, to be rich would be nice.' Sighing inwardly, Elder Mack thought of going to some ruins to try his luck. . -Zero Hunting- .

It may not be much for me, but a small tiny smile appeared on his face but disappeared within a couple of seconds. Seeing that he had got what he came for he stood up and walked out before stating that he will pick me up at 7 pm. I couldn't help but still be mesmerized by him. Just days ago I was in England and hoping for a normal and peaceful life but days later the thought of normal life seems like a dream after being plastered on every media article with a man that was known for playing with women's body and throwing them away. Associated with a dangerous man but I couldn't help being charmed by this mysterious arura. Believing that there is a deeper story behind is ruthless actions.

"Oh excuse me. The fact that I am being paid some papers doesn't mean I can stand some jerks violating the rules!" "Rules? You have cursed at me several times today and I can't remember when cuss words was a licensed form of communication between us." "Oh, I apologise about that, Mr Stanley. How about we take it from the top? I will desist from such profanity and you will also be vigilant about keeping our conversation formal, including every other thing between us." Jayden had never imagined a real life personality chameleon like her who was able to go from Maria the terrible to the sweet sidekick of Mother Theresa real quick.

I give him a suspicious look, "Stop acting like a goddamn brainless bull. Be... a cute deer. Be a nice guy." "No one's buying that," I scoff, "I'm not nice or cute." "You ARE cute, though. That’s your vibe. It only lasts a second, usually… then you come off as an impulsive idiot. If you manage to control your impulsivity, you'll just be a nice guy that everyone likes and can trust," he says with such assurance that I can almost start to believe it, "I try to play the nice guy card sometimes, but it doesn't work as much as it used to when I was younger. You have the advantage here, people see you as five years younger than you are. Use it."

A whopping two hundred and thirty thousand dollars! Juicy was speechless. It wasn't the grand total at the bottom...it was one particular treatment that had her quiet... Mr. Cracker returned to the room. "Oh, okay. You're dressed." He didn't comment on the tacky clothes and Juicy didn't look up. "What are you reading?" She looked at him with hollow eyes. She handed him the slip of paper. He read quickly lips moving silently and then stopped abruptly. He looked at Juicy. "Oh...that..." Mr. Cracker looked really uncomfortable which made him look even younger then she had previously suspected.

“Emily… this is incredible. Seriously. No one does this for me. Ever.” The raw honesty in his voice made my chest tighten. I watched him eat a few more bites, the way his shoulders relaxed, the way some of the tension left his face. It hit me then how lonely he really was. All the money, the status, the girls throwing themselves at him… and no one had ever just brought him food because they noticed he was hungry. “You don’t have to look so surprised,” I said gently. “Everyone needs someone to care sometimes.” He looked up at me, gray eyes intense. “Why are you being nice to me? After everything I did in the beginning? After I knocked your books down, after the bet —”