Oh No No She's Confident Novels & Stories

“Yeah… I’ll confess to him then and wait for his answer.” “That’s the spirit, you can definitely do this. She nods confidently, tightening her fist with a strong fire ablaze in her eyes. “I definitely can.”

She wasn't appearing as confident as she did earlier with Damon beating Noah to a bloody pulp but she didn't look frightened either. I would have thought she would have turned tail the minute she discovered Damon was dead, but she was too prideful to back down or too foolish. Whichever way, it would lead to her death. I'll make sure of it. I left Noah behind and walked several feet in front of him, not stopping until I was halfway down the field. "Too scared to fight me one on one?" I jeered, looking at the wimpy men she surrounded herself with, hoping she would take the bait and disentangle herself from them.

The prettiest girl in school came from a low‑income family and always struggled with insecurity. To build up her confidence, every boy in our class bent over backward to give her whatever she wanted. Right before college entrance exams, she pointed at me and said, "I'll never be smart enough to get into the same school as Ivy." The boys locked me away on exam day, all so a girl who ranked last in class could end up at the same school as me. "Bree can't take another blow to her self‑esteem. You're smart enough that one gap year won't hurt you. You could still get into a top university next year. But this year, you have to match her score." I fought with everything I had to reach the exam

I watched each large drop flow. “Coach tell me you don’t want a piece of this.” she said sure of herself. “Of course I do, but I am your coach.” I said stammering my words. “I’m here Coach, it’s your choice. Just know I don’t hold back. I am a no holes barred girl, if you get what I mean.” Her confidence was growing with each word like a spider about to catch its prey. My cock got what she meant. It pulsed in my pants. Tiffany caught a look and smiled.

Vivienne did not refute his words as she had been pondering over his attention and enthusiasm toward her. She was really unused to such attention and it made her not eager but rather fearful of it. She did not want to be too hopeful as you'd never know when these hopes would come crashing down and she might not even be able to bear the weight of these crushed hopes. Noah placed his hand over hers on the table and said, "You are too insecure about yourself, Vivienne. Shouldn't you become confident in yourself?"

She said, leaning in closer. “I’m a bit worried but you, you don’t seem worried at all,” I said and she just smiled. “Are you confident everything will go well?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Because once this starts, there’s no stopping it.” She placed a hand over mine briefly, squeezing gently. “Damian, relax. Everything is prepared, I told you, I’ve got this under control.” She said. I searched her face properly this time and there was no trace of fear, no hesitation even. She just looked certain.

Instead, she had a smile on her face as things were going exactly according to her plan. Noah was astonished on seeing her sitting in her office as if nothing had happened in the past and as if she was just seeing a friend and not her biggest enemy. He couldn't believe that she was so carefree. She seemed really proud of herself and that was annoying him a lot as she seemed to be too much about herself. She seemed as if she wasn't in any kind of danger and she was confident in herself that he wouldn't do anything to her. She didn't have any security around the room neither on that floor; the security in the building was reduced and even though there were guards they didn't dare stop him.

"But I'm a trained professional. Butting into other people's business isn't child's play, you know. I've had years to build up to this level of awesome." She rolls her eyes and laughs, tossing a towel at my head which I catch with cat like reflexes. I spin it over my head to show off a bit. "Could you be any more full of yourself?" "Probably. Why? You don't think I'm confident enough?" A laugh bubbles out of her. "Oh my gosh, no. There's enough confidence in your pinky for the entire world." I toss a grin over my shoulder and wink. "It's easy to be confident when," I present myself to her.

My eyes trailed from her feet, up her long legs, to her waist, and finally to her face, her hair neatly plaited. How amusing. I smirked. Nonso had fumbled such beauty, such perfection. "Fuck!" she gasped, her eyes snapping to mine through the mirror. She spun around, grabbing a piece of fabric to cover herself. "Can’t you knock?" I scoffed, leaning against the frame. "You seemed pretty confident seconds ago. Where’s that confident cat now?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard. "That’s different," she muttered. "I’m not done dressing."

Fucking Noah Beck must really give her the confidence she never had. “I believe that I have every right to be here, don’t you think so?” I hummed, standing closer to her as I played with the loose strand of her hair. Her hand darted out as she smacked my hand away from her face. “No, you have no right to be here, you are nothing….” “I see, riding Noah has given you more than enough confidence, hasn’t it?” I hissed, feeling the anger bubble in me from the way she was talking.