Not Nice Novels & Stories

"That's called friendship baby, or rather four eyes, too bad no one wants to be your friend" Jade tweaked her glasses and turned around to see who was expressing her thoughts completely and surely April Wilson never disappointed. She moved back a little and blinked her eyes softly. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know whether she was supposed to say anything. The blonde Barbie didn't like impertinent answers, although she didn't know any. "Still in your pyjamas I see, oh sorry. " she faked a gasp "I meant your most expensive clothes"

It compliments her milk skin, making her light makeup glitters. My best friend is beautiful, I whisper to myself. "Take a picture, it will last forever. Peace commented." "You look dope in that dress girl" "I know, right? It's been a while I looked good for myself. It has always been for work or dates. Why are you dressed like that by the way?" "I just wanna wear something comfy" "Comfy, understandable. But why is your face so dull? Are you mourning?" "Going natural will be reasonable on this sunny day"

It was a blurry night as the heat was unbearable for Alice, not that the room is hot but she was feeling hot. The conversation she had earlier with her grandmother had taken her off the edge. One thing Alice know off and she is sure of is that she has no interest in marrying any of the princes.

Really bad. TBC

Did she just call me their Luna? A sick feeling twisted in my stomach. No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t meant to be here. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and raw. “I’m not your Luna,” I rasped, forcing the words out. The old woman’s sharp gaze flicked over me with something between pity and disapproval. “That’s not for you to decide, child.” Her words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Before I could protest again, she sighed and moved toward a side door, pushing it open. “The bath is warm. You stink of sweat and filth. Wash yourself before the Alpha returns.”

“Okay then, thank you very much.” “You’re welcome, sir.” I chose to go home because I didn't get any results there either. I'm sure there will be a better way than divorcing Ariane. If I think about it, that woman doesn't even have any negative side at all. She is a perfect woman. She is beautiful, smart, and diligent. Why did I just realize that now?

his sister pressed. “The view is good; the location is convenient and—” he shrugged “— nice.” “What about the actual apartment?” He turned and let his gaze sweep the living area, the dining table for two and the kitchenette; he didn’t even want to think about the bathroom. “You need to stop frowning so much,” Isabella piped up. “Gives you wrinkles, you know.” “You’re clearly not impressed,” Olivia remarked and guilt nagged at him. It wasn’t down to her ability, or lack thereof, to sell the place; she was doing her job plenty well enough.

Not a greeting. A promise.

This is something else. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.

AVERY Ember was four months old, and already deeply unimpressed by wedding planning. She lay on her stomach on the blanket near the window, fists clenched beneath her shoulders, dark eyes tracking everything with intense suspicion. Every few minutes she kicked hard enough to scoot herself forward an inch, then froze, like she was offended by her own progress. “You’re not invited to make decisions,” I told her gently. “You’re here for moral support.” She answered by grunting and shoving her face into the blanket.