Not Nice Novels & Stories

I'm too young for that. The car pulls to a stop in a fancy restaurant. The parking lot is surrounded by beautiful and expensive cars. His chauffeur steps out of the car and opens the door for us. Anderson steps out and I get down too. I've never liked fancy places. It's just too much. My family may not be poor but we weren't raced to fancy expensive things. We lived normal, went to normal diners and restaurants and not top notch places that screamed class. It's so not my thing. But I can't tell Anderson that, it will hurt his feelings.

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she was the second person after Grace that didn't like Aron, she just didn't get why, he was an okay guy, agreed that he can be very pushy sometimes and tried to get her to agree to things she didn't like but aside from that, he was okay. "You don't like Aron too?" "Yeah, he doesn't give the right vibes," "He is okay, you guys just have something against him and I don't know why but don't worry I don't have any plans of having anything to do with him or any man right now," Nicole replied covering herself, she felt cold. "Well, his vibes are off, and you just don't see it and he has a thing for you," "I know that, and I also know he gets easily misunderstood, he is a really nice guy,"

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18++ story with violence, who can't handles emotional things don't read guys. *an advice with politeness* Nandini's pov It's been one month since he is using me as his toy. My willingness does not matter to him. Beating me with anything that came in his hand and torturing me is his favorite works. we got married but i have never imagined that my life be like this. My mother doesn't care about me and get me married to a man who is 8 years elder than me. Sometimes i feel pity on myself.

There were three fewer than usual, and one had a bite mark on it. Half an hour ago, I saw Mandy Lynch's social media post. The picture was of the same meal now in front of me. [My hubby went out late just to get me supper. Thank you, love!] I set down the food as I suddenly lost my appetite. "I don't want it. Throw it away." Luke's face darkened, but he held back his temper and sat beside me while complaining.

A message notification made me to unlock my phone, thinking that it was something related to my businesses but it was Ace, my annoying cousin. 'Don’t forget to attend my party. And bring your girl, I’m dying to meet her'. I got so carried away by my work that I even forgot that I was invited to my cousin’s birthday party that was happening the following night. Ace was like my best friend; he knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. We had different personalities yet understood each other, and we were inseparable. Ace was very friendly, always making bad choices, a party animal and didn’t give a fuck about his future. No one understood why our bond was so strong even when we

He asked, glaring into his eyes intently. Fred was dazed. He shrugged and thought that it is alright if he is not good and perfect in all things. He's not God and it's certain that there are things he would not be good at. For the ones he's good at, he appreciates it and is content with it. His work and romance life were top notch on things he's good at and Lan confirmed it to him. “Alright, tell me where my imperfection lies?” Fred demanded, chuckling silently as his brother glared into his eyes as if he was searching for a missing link.

"Why should you get everything? I went to music school too, y'know. What makes you better? Here's a thought—give me your spot, and I'll say something nice about you to Michael." I almost laughed. Then it hit me—bitterness. How sad is that? My own fiancé needed her to vouch for me. I gave her a cold stare. "Do you even hear yourself? You're not qualified for something like this. Saying stuff like that just makes you look desperate." I reached for the invite, but she clutched it, all hurt and dramatic. "We worked together. Do you really have to embarrass me? It's just one invite—why are you being so greedy? If you're really that good, you don't need this to prove it, right?"

The kind of still that makes you nervous, like he's a held breath waiting to be let out. I don't know his name yet. "You're bleeding," he says. Not a question. "I'm fine." "Didn't ask if you were fine." Something about the flatness of his voice almost makes me laugh. Almost. It's the first crack in the numbness all night. I look at him properly now. Dark hair, jaw like it was carved out of something harder than bone, eyes that don't flinch away from mine the way everyone else's have all evening. He's not a pack member. I'd know his face if he was.