No More Nice Guy Book Novels & Stories

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

Nice gentleman Derick, you are such a nice gentleman. “You don’t like it” he asked in a worried tone “No, I love it who wouldn’t love being given a book on United States charter as a sorry gift and being told to spend her entire life reading charter books indirectly, I love it a lot” I grinned and flashed him another sarcastic smile and then I closed my book to leave when he grabbed my arm. “I’m sorry I’m not so good with girls, you are literally the only girl I have actually approached” he spoke as I silently smiled

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

“Good boy. You just have to make sure your dad remembers that too. That he belongs with you and Miss Diana. Not with that other lady or her little girl.” Milo blinked, confused. “But… she was nice,” he whispered. “And the girl, Mira, she said maybe we could play next time.” “That’s not your job,” the man said flatly. “You just need to make sure your dad loves you. More than anyone else. That’s all.” Milo looked down at his car. The red paint had chipped near the wheels. He rubbed at it with his thumb. “How?” he asked. The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You’ll figure it out. Just remember, good boys don’t make Miss Diana sad. She’s done a lot for you. You owe her that, right?”

No more college and no degree, I would be stuck with dead-end jobs and wondering what the hell my future even looked like. I couldn’t let that happen. Professor Richard was the biggest distraction on campus. Young for a professor,around early thirties or so,broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline, dark neatly styled hair, and those wire-rimmed glasses that gave him this hot,nerdy and geeky vibe. His fitted button-down shirts always hinted at the muscular body underneath. I’d spent way too many lectures staring at him instead of taking notes. Get your shit together, Jackson. This is about survival, not your stupid crush.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

He would talk for hours about his favorite books, video games, and science fiction movies, and I found myself captivated by his enthusiasm. Slowly but surely, I found myself falling for him. I loved the way he looked at me with those deep, thoughtful eyes, the way he smiled when I made a joke, and the way he held my hand when we walked together. I never thought I would be attracted to a “nerdy” guy, but now I can’t imagine being with anyone else. He may not be the stereotypical “cool” guy, but to me, he’s the coolest person I know – smart, kind, and endlessly fascinating. I feel so lucky to have him in my life, and I can’t wait to see where our relationship takes us.

After a good date, something awful happens. I've basically just been going to my classes, going out somewhere alone and trying to distract myself with different things but sadly those idiots didn't leave my mind. I’m on about Luciano of course...he’d came over, comforted me, I mean he made it really seem like he cared and I really believed it, the dumb girl believed it all and started to fall and enjoy it. I let myself not care, even if he pissed me off sometimes and seemed thirsty for my attention I so badly wanted him...he was fun. He made me smile. I started to feel a bit safe with him, my goodness I should've read between the lines. I feel like such a fool, I guess that I just got caught

More than ever, I knew I was going through with this, no looking back. I had stopped being the nice lady two years ago. The door creaked open, and Stanley stepped in….