Not Nice Novels & Stories

There are many other people who are nice, and not only because they want something from me. “Thank you guys. This really means a lot to me.” I thanked both of them. “Tristan is nice like that. He helped me too and he was the one who asked me to come here.” Poppy explained. “But I like you too, Poppy. You are a nice person.” I said to her, “Oh, you like me?” she asked with a frown. Before I could say anything, Tristan piped in. “You are a likable person Poppy. Everyone likes you, and who doesn’t should go and see a doctor.”

she says as she tugs me through the throng of people. I cringe at her scent. Thank the Moon Goddess she is not my mate. The strong perfume she is wearing is mixing poorly with her scent of musk. It smells like a musky mildew to me, and I cannot breathe through my nose as the scent is burning my nostrils. She tugs me around almost as if I am on display with her. I gently remove her hand, “I think I will go get a drink from the bar,” I say to her as I turn away.

She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

I breath. “Wooo okay, just please get a room or something. Geez the sexual tension between you two and you aren’t even mates!” Anatoli calls out. “Sorry bro, I just can’t help it with her.” Alexei sends him an apologetic smile, while he sneaks his hand up my thigh, playing with the hem of my skirt. Anatoli grunts. “Sometimes you are unbearable.”

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

I said. I like Nina but right now, she was being unreasonable. She can’t judge someone like that. I didn’t speak to Pearl but I’m no one to judge her based on her looks or the way she comes out. “You know she is a bitch,” she said and I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, tomorrow, we are having lunch together.” She said with excitement. Wasn’t she sick? Yesterday when I asked her to come and meet me at the firm, she said she was too sick and weak for it and now she was ready to go for lunch?

he said, leaning closer to me. Feeling uncomfortable, I continued to play dumb. "Nope, I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong person," I replied, slowly backing away. "Oh, well, my name's Anne, so sorry, I think you've got the wrong person. Well, look at that, my boyfriend's calling me," I said, pretending to check my phone.

But instead of the caring hug Ethan had hoped for, Gabriel's words boomed through the clearing like a cold blade cutting his soul. Gabriel's words, "Ethan Hartley, I don't want you to be my mate," rang out loudly and sent shock waves through the pack. "You're not good enough to stand by my side. Someone else has my heart." Ethan could hear the pack members' gasps and hear their words of pity mixed with his sobs. The pain was unbearable, and his hopes broke into a million bits that couldn't be put back together.

The passing beaches made my mouth slightly askew at it beauty, "Is it alright if I head up to the beach tomorrow? Get a nice day out?" Triston barely paid me any attention, "Sure. Sure." He waved me off, as I faced him. Triston was a good looking man, his blonde hair combed back in a way that complemented his facial structure. He was focused on his work, his sapphire eyes scanning lines of an email that was probably important. I remember when I had important tasks- things that needed my attention that I would ignore him for. Now, I had none of that- just my silly garden-

Am I lame because I have no siblings? Am I boring because Brit is girly enough for the both of us? I want to hunt, and she wants to shop. I want to work on cars, and she wants to wear make-up. I don't get it. It's hard. It isn't easy. It's not me to be pretty. It's not me to be sexy. Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me.