When She Stops Playing Nice Novel Novels & Stories

She tilts her head to the side and raises her brows too, also daring me. I smirked. Why does she like going against me? I thought her B&B (Biker Bitch) character is gone but turns out it hasn't. Hmm, two can play this game. I folded my arms and nod towards my trunk, silently telling her to go on. Few seconds passed, my smile widens when I saw her hesitating.

The woman was like a sleeping child. It made me happy how she didn't change. I knew she'll never change, that’s why I chose her. She didn’t have to pretend to other people. With how wonderful she is, I am sure there are men who’ll like too. I kissed her forehead. Let's fight together, Sena. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

"I have seen with my own eyes the kind of girl that you are, so drop with this fake innocence and shitty attitude of yours!" Her eyes slowly opening to see his beautiful eyes inches away from hers. Anger evident in them with slight traces of irritation. "What...kind of girl?" She managed to ask in a mere whisper. Her hands holding onto the wall for support. "The kind that just knows how to wh** around with different men. The one who use men for money and leave them as soon as they find a better one. The one who plays with others feelings like a fuc*** game ..a characterless bit-"

More than anything, she yearned to break the ice and escape the stifling awkwardness of the exchange between Bienley and President Lilian's cousin. "That would be fun" Bienley exclaimed with enthusiasm, his face lighting up with a wide, infectious smile. Then, he gracefully turned towards the man across from him and asked, "Would you like to join us, Mr. Hendricks?" Venson simply shrugged in response, still disappointed with how his interaction with Devon's boyfriend ended. "I'd prefer to watch, Mr. Cullen," he said, his eyes betraying a hint of longing. The group then eagerly made their way towards the shore, where others were already immersed in the joy of playing on the soft sand and spla

Cleared the history. Turned off the phone. And took a shaky breath. She had to be normal. She had to live. But deep down, she knew- Ethan wasn't going to let this go. And if she wasn't careful, she wouldn't get another chance. --- Dinner was quiet. Too quiet. Ethan ate as if nothing was amiss, smiling at her in all the right spots, saying all the right things. But she wasn't fooled. This was a game. And she was losing.

I just say yes because I heard that they all r very nice people.... I already said no to them because they all r not only nice but very rich also...... But when they say u r in a relationship with ibrahim I got shocked I didn't have any choice than..... But you didn't do right thing saying this she goes from there..... Mehak goes to her room and cry alot..... While crying she sleep and gets up at night.....just than her phone ranged up she picks it..... Hello.... Hello doll..... Listening

When she sat, I thought " for sure this girl wants to read porn, smoke or any other illegal thing. But no, she was finding a peaceful place to read a fucking novel, yes a freaking book. Who reads book our day, with the internet and all that. That's when really looked at her, her physical appearance. She was beautiful and the way she hold herself was really gracious. She's a few inches shorter than me. With white honey brown hair, Blue eyes and porcelain skin with a touch of pink. But she wasn't clothes extravagantly, simple and very little make-up. She have tied all her hair's in a bump behind her head. Everything about her scream Ned. When I looked up, she was really focus on her book, she

“Not today.” My heart thudded painfully. “What… what do you mean?” She reached out and brushed her cold fingers across my cheek almost gently mockingly. “For now,” she said, “I won’t kill you.” I blinked, confused and terrified. “Why?” Her smile widened, twisted with amusement. “Because killing you now would be too easy,” she said. “Too quick. Too… boring.” Her fingers slid under my chin and lifted my face toward hers. “Let’s play a little game,” she whispered.

“She’s the one who always played innocent.” Innocent. The word tastes bitter in her mouth. Madison stands abruptly and walks toward the mirror. Reflection She studies herself carefully. Perfect hair. Sharp features. Confidence in every line of her posture. She’s beautiful. She knows that. She’s always known how to win attention. How to hold it. How to control it. She should have won. She did win. So why— Why does it feel like something slipped through her fingers? The Truth She Hates Because Anna didn’t break.

She interrupted, "I don't need your pity." I stopped. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "And I don't need you trying to act kind and good toward me." I stared at her silently. Because honestly…I was getting tired. I sighed softly. "Viola…" "No." She folded her arms tighter. "I don't know what game you're trying to play." My eyebrows pulled together. "Game?" She laughed quietly. "I know girls like you." I blinked, irritation rising within me. "You act sweet so everyone likes you."