No More Nice Guy Book Novels & Stories

I explained, chewing my lower lip and shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "I figured. Someone as beautiful as you wouldn't possibly be single," Paul tried flattering me. He sat back down, sighing as he picked his book up again. Groaning inwardly, I sat at the table with him and set my hands flat on the tabletop. "You seem like a nice guy. Why aren't you seeing anyone?" I asked. Paul glanced at me and rolled his eyes. "'Nice guy,' is the kiss of death. That's all women see when they look at me: a friend or brother." He shook his head.

Erika couldn't answer what Lei said to the two of them, telling them the real story of the war that had killed Erika's parents. "My niece will help you get over what you're going through with your daddy before I help you awaken your powers. I hope that in time you'll accept who you really are. I know that won't be easy for you," Lei said, turning the book back to normal and handing it to Erika. Lei said that normal people couldn't read what was in the book because the book she gave him was not ordinary. "That book is only for deities except for my niece and I, so we can read it because we're not ordinary," Lei replied.

“This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my hardest to not end up like either of the unconscious people around me. My back hits against the cave wall , I am trapped. The wave reaches me , immediately I am engulfed in the most peaceful and warmest feeling ever – like cuddling up with your parents on a cold nig

kind. I exhaled through my nose, grip tightening again without my permission. Of all the people. If it had been anyone else—some forgettable man from a coffee shop, someone with enthusiasm and no staying power—I wouldn’t have cared. He would have disappeared within a week, two at most. But Julian— Julian was a problem. He was educated, successful, came from the right background and knew all the right people. He had that effortless charm, which was infinitely more annoying than if he’d been obviously working for it.

She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales was a little irrational. In the real world, neither fairy godmothers nor prince charming exist. Emma didn't believe in them anymore. Couldn't do so. Not after the only man she believed truly understood her ended up destroying her. Emma's heart was heavy as she turned to leave Ivy's room. No matter how much she wanted to be hopeful, the reality of things was just too heartbreaking. Love was confined to the pages of books only; it did not exist. No longer for her. It's amusing how the girl who used to believe in fairytales and love had lost f

Defeated and frustrated, I walked over to the bar and poured myself another drink before returning my attention to the pile of trouble that lay in the folder just a few feet away from me. “Safe later,” I murmured. “Right now, I need to figure out how I’m going to get this money.” I sat down and continued looking over names, dates, numbers, and banks. Surely there was someone willing to help me save Whitemore’s empire. Tom’s POV “Mm, thanks babe. This massage is just what I needed.” I groaned as Blair finished up. As she straddled me, her body felt so good against mine, a welcome relief that made me want to ravage her.

" I simply smiled and didn't respond. Once I had quietly taken care of everything, I said my goodbyes to my parents. Those years of marriage had built a wall around me. Now, I was ready to break free and face the world. I later heard that Blake had returned to his home country. The elders in his family hadn't let go. They surrounded him with their loyal aides, relentlessly trying to claw back any benefit they could reap from him. But Blake had become like a caged animal set loose, taking twisted pleasure in hurting others, leaving a trail of misery for everyone who once cared for him. I stopped keeping track after that. Driven by the call of my soul, I ventured into the mesmerizing Arctica.

I'm reaching the end of my first drink and quickly realizing this is a bust. As I contemplate leaving, someone sits in the empty stool beside me. "Hi," a voice says, and I look over to see a guy smiling at me. "Can I buy you another drink?" I hesitate, not sure if I should go or stay. He's cute, I suppose, but not my normal type. A little stocky, he has thick arms and light brown hair. But his blue-gray eyes draw me in because they seem to hold a twinkle.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

Raising an eyebrow, his smile on his face is really captivating. Sherly couldn't help but smile in agreement, grateful for George's presence in her life. This is not the first time that someone has asked her out, but this is the first time she feels different. As they headed into the mall together, the bad feelings she felt about today's events slowly began to fade into the background, replaced by the simple pleasure of enjoying each other's company. Sherly thought that George was indeed different from what she thought he was. He is quite a gentleman, and he always keeps an eye on what she likes and dislikes. This makes Sherly feel that something in his heart is wrong.