When She Stops Playing Nice Novel Novels & Stories

She leans in slightly, matching my proximity without flinching. “Newsflash — I don’t care whose campus this is. I don’t care whose side anyone takes. I’ve survived worse than a boy with a god complex, a fan club, and apparently nothing better to do than intimidate people for sport. So keep talking. I’ll let you know when you say something that actually scares me.” A slow, dark smile curves my mouth. “Careful. You keep talking like that and I’m going to stop playing nice. Right now I’m being generous — giving you chances, letting you run that smart mouth. But the second I decide I’m done being patient…” My thumb presses harder into her thigh.

She shuts her mouth with a sigh. I know she wants to complain about a Kane girl infiltrating our ranks. To be honest, I don't see a single flaw in Daniels. So her old man is a ruthless bastard—that has nothing to do with the heat she generates when she walks into a room. She hasn't been under his roof in nine years. She’s her own lethal little package. She catches me staring again and her brow furrows. I shift my gaze back to my black coffee. Nickie “Nic” Moretti POV

I am indeed a lucky one. When she stop from walking, I also stopped. I stared at her again. "Thank you, Riley." She sweetly said and wave her hands telling me her good bye. I wave back at her. She starts to walk away from me and when I can no longer see her, I turn my back and started to walk but I stop when someone blocks my way. My head heat up. What might be her games this time? For goodness sake, she could not just act matured. What a childish girl.

His Kingdom is not that far from the Lucky Kingdom. Meanwhile Novella was very arrogant and rude to the maids; to get revenge, they tampered with the measurements of her golden dress. The novella would beat the maids without a reason or explanation. She was a slob, a heavy eater, and gains much weight with her unhealthy eating.

"Playing hide and seek?" Her golden head tilted, braids swinging over one shoulder as her smile thinned to something sharp enough to draw blood. "Why stand here in the shadows like you've seen something you didn't want to see? It’s only Ana and the pipsqueak, ja?” Her smile widened. “Stop being silly and go in, ja?” She lifted the plate. “I’ll share my cookies with you. They're quite good, surprisingly. As small as they are. Now-” She reached out with her free hand, fingers aiming for his, but Nicoli found himself stepping back instinctively, shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets.

When I walked toward them, I knew I’d be smiling like an idiot. “What would you prefer, Arianna? Front or back?” Two could play this game. Her jaw went slack, and her eyes almost popped out of the sockets. But she masked it immediately before that mischievous grin lifted the corners of her peach glossed lips. “Well, how about a nude one?” Damn. There she went again. The same old Arianna who always lightened my mood.

**Distant chatter coming from down the hall** Random girl #1:” God Esrath is such a dweeb; she thinks that we are friends and honestly if her parents weren't loaded, I would have hit her with my car; like ugh she is so ugly and annoying!” Random Girl #2: “I know and the way she dresses makes me want to hurl!” Macy: “I mean I am only friends with her because her parents paid me to be nice to her since I was 5, otherwise I wouldn’t even care to be around her. An extra 5k a month has been really good lately!”

She had petite build, long flowing strawberry blond hair, her small pouty lips that…” ‘Okay, Stop!’ Quinlynn thought with a dark face. ‘I think that novel must have been written by some stupid love sicken teenager.’ ‘Really, there are many potholes in that novel that I don’t know why my sister liked in the first place. Why did she even torture me to read that book?!’ “Quinlynn? Why did you stop?” Maya who was just talking about the campus found out that Quinlynn was still away from her.

’’ I turn towards my computer so I can begin her payment. I don’t like being mean to people, but what can I do when they do these things to me first? Plus, with these hormones, it is hard for me to be nice to people who are doing me wrong. But I guess Asher is right. I can’t let anyone walk over me. In this city, it is dog-eat-dog. People do things for their own selfish reasons. “How much was she paying you?’’ Noah asks. ‘’Eighteen thousand dollars.’’

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.