Not Nice Novels & Stories

I asked her, and she nodded. "I still need time to do some research to come up with better and safer ways to counter NTX3 instead of using what we have already made right now," she said and I shook my head because we did not have time. We were uncertain when the humans would attack, but with the way Lucius sounded, it could be soon. We did not have the luxury of time. I knew we would have no choice but to use it like that. "Does the compromising effect wear off?" I asked her, and she nodded with uncertainty.

That's because man aren't choosy. They are not very artistic. It is enough for them to look cool in the eyes of others. They don't want much anymore. But those men who are pretending to be a real friend yet they are a sex addict, I don't think so if I can even escape the embarrassment. "He's at work. He'll be home later tonight. Would you like some juice?" I offer him as I see he is still looking inside the house.

I responded. We were able to cover two topics. “Is this correct?” He asked. I glanced at his work. “It’s not terrible.” “Is that supposed to be an insult?” “It’s progress.” I replied. “So if the system isn’t fair, why do people accept it.” I shrugged. “It works well enough.” His lips curved slightly. “That sounds familiar, like us.” He gestured between us. I looked up to correct him when I realized he wasn’t looking at the page anymore.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

I try to make her explain. " okay Ma'am " she says sarcastically which shows that she has not believed a word of what I have told her. " Believe me Noami, one thing I know, that guy can't fall for a person like me. Ugly , uneducated ..fashion less.. " I say with a bit if sadness in my tone.

As he looked to locate the cause of the addictive scent, his emerald green eyes met the glare of the woman who had unknowingly just rocked his world. Lisa tapped her foot impatiently as the tall male looked at her, surrounded by his harem of gorgeous people, it was obvious that this guy was the school's prom king, hell everyone seemed to bow down to him, and that instantly got on her nerves. Unfortunately, his sheer mass was blocking the school entrance, and she was in no mood to be polite. "Move your butt, Mr plastic fantastic, I have classes to find, and I hate being late." A muffled laugh broke the dead silence, and she found the cause of said laughter with his hands clapped over his mout

Eve suggested and I just made myself busy by counting the particles of dust in the air. "No, none of those, Eve. What about Zavrid? That sounds better. Also, Zavmatt. Or AZMI? Cool! MIAZ? Maiz? Hahaha!" The gay put in his suggestions and I just went to place my feet on the glass table, then, crossed my arms on my chest. "No! Those are ugly, France! What about... Ing... Ingraid?" The blonde let out and the dude acted puking in disgust. Ugh! When are they gonna finish? Why is it even needed?

Is it not sweet enough? Doris just looked at him with a calm look, saying she wasn't afraid to be wrong but that she was trying to prepare herself well to face what was about to happen like before. Riffen saw this stubborn appearance of Doris, as if he wanted to go crazy, he clenched his fists, waiting for Doris to answer. Wynn saw that and tried the tea too, if according to his taste it is not that sweet, but according to his taste it is indeed a bit sweet but it is insignificant, still acceptable , maybe it's just Riffen trying to find excuses to blame her

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

steve_ui: hi itsmecristy: hi steve_ui: now what? Mea grimaced. What was this guy’s problem? He came chatting first and had no idea where to go. She showed her phone to Renee and she just smiled awkwardly while blocking the guy. “Yeah, guys like that exist, and they’re a pain,” Renee said, which was obvious for Mea that she was speaking from experience. “Just block them,” she advised and went back to chatting and smiling like an idiot on her phone. Mea scrolled on her screen and picked a chat that already has a topic. She wouldn’t want another awkward guy asking her what’s next.