No More Nice Guy Book Novels & Stories

I pulled myself upright on the bed, my cheeks heating. This man was definitely a treat for my sore eyes with a long face, pointed nose, a sharp jawline and a perfect V waist stressed by his tight t-shirt. The fringes of his dark-brown hair were dyed light-brown at the front. I felt a flush of relief overcome me. “And I am your handsome saviour. Your knight in shining armour.” “It’s irritating how guys find those words so satisfying to utter.” “Because girls love it.” “Oh, trust me. We don’t,” I said with a snigger. “Neither do we prefer men like James, who think they can just swoon in and kidnap a girl.”

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Mila (firmly):"Who are you? And why are you helping me?" He looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. Man: "Let’s just say... I hate being lied to. And I hate women like Lily even more." Mila (narrowing her eyes): "You know her?" Man: "I’m not a fan of Lily Grant.I don’t like people who cheat the game. And Lily? She’s been cheating too long." Mila and Sally looked at each other — uncertain. Man (smirking): "Call me... your second chance."

Some popular books are always in stock here, but not at other bookstores. Nicholas' work was a great favorite of Hannah's. She owns all of his works. She was desperate to get her hands on all of the most recent books. When she lifts her head and spots a book, her eyes light up and she swiftly grabs it. However, on the other hand, someone seized it. She cast a glimpse over her shoulder towards the other party. On the other hand, the person on the other side gave a lovely smile. Hannah's eyes narrowed in a guarded way. She believes the guy is taking advantage of the situation with his charms. His appearance may resemble that of an angel, but his actions are a little wicked. They've reached a d

“What about the Soireé?” “Your co-host is doing some serious damage control, sending people home and promising them an early free copy of his latest book as compensation for the “emotional trauma” of watching your father get arrested.” she does her little, bitter snort-laugh again, “As if any of these rich people read.” Still, it was more than enough, we all knew. Nicco Moretti’s latest book in his legendary “Owl Hunter” series is probably considered more valuable than actual gold right now.

None. When George finished, Liam let out a low whistle. He smiled at his friend. "Sounds like a real mess," he remarked, shaking his head. His friend has always been outgoing, and even though he felt bad seeing George like this, for some reason, he thought this might be a good experience for him. "But you know, relationships are never easy. Sometimes, you just have to fight for what you want."

There was no cure anyway, so whatever felt good, right? Dianna sighed and clicked back to the latest blog she’d been reading. Man About Town was the closest competitor to The but reading it made Dianna feel dirty. They might aim the Playbook at men, but it wasn’t full of damaging male vitriol. Mason was right, The Playbook was the best option for Paper Now she just had to find a way to work with Jack without stabbing him in the throat.

This guy was playing on an entirely new level compared to the men I’d dated. “I’m not a mermaid.” I tried to take the book back, but Golden Man’s grip was stronger than I’d anticipated. “Give that back.” “If you say please.” He smiled, his teeth white and straight and obnoxious. I scowled. “How about I promise not to hit you again and give you an actual concussion instead?” “Americans have a strange way of saying please.” Backed into a proverbial corner, I finally muttered please, very tempted to carry out my threat of hitting him a second time. Holding the book to my chest, I narrowed my eyes at the Golden Man.

We never had problems though. Dey your dey. "He's the hottest, and he goes for stuffs like him, you know that nasty girl at the edge the class, he dumped her few minutes before you came. We're just friends, I'm not his taste" I explained. "Don't you believe in the bad boy always ends up with the good girl?" "Hmmm...too much of Wattpad books" I chuckled as we both laughed. "Let's go and get some chocolates at the buttery jor" she said as I arranged my books in order before going.

Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.