Dani Hooky Novels & Stories

“In the nineties, two college sweethearts sailed from Bohol to Manila to try their luck in the capital. The woman, Dani, had a degree in HRM (Hotel and Restaurant Management) while the man, Jason, was a struggling musician. Dani found a job as a bartender in a posh nightclub along Adriatico Street called Club Aster. The club was owned and managed by Kim Mi-young, who was then in her early forties. Her Filipino staff had given her the English nickname Ma’am Meow. “Ma’am Meow liked Dani’s attitude for work and Dani in turn enjoyed working in Club Aster despite her very late shift. Dani’s boyfriend, Jason, remained unemployed for a while so she eventually asked Ma’am Meow if Jason could auditio

He asked in a furious tone. "I don't look like a hooker!" Danielle firmly defended. "Well you sure do! Look at what you have on." "I only wore this to entice you." "That's exactly what hookers do. They dress up half naked to entice men they have no relationship with. God Danielle! What is wrong with you?" Jamal scolded in disbelief . He did not want to accept that that was how desperate she was for him.

“You’re mine” Damian’s words keeps reply in my head. Damian has given me more than he’ll ever know. He’s shown me how beautiful sex can be when it’s with the right person. Tonight I’m not a hooker—I’m just plain old Emily, a woman. What a wonderful feeling that is.

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

Ron said " And you are the sweetest baby.. ' " Chachi, I am not a baby... I am a young man. Please don't call me baby. It hurts... Roohi and Ruhan are babies. Say that I am the sweetest man. " " Oye, she would not say any such thing. I am the sweetest man " Rohit came out of the room to drop kids and snaked his arm around my waist. " No, you are an old man chachu," Ron said sweetly

A little more bend and you'd probably be seeing the lingerie underneath her dress. " One vodka please " she said, her voice seductive as she slowly threw a glance at me. She knew what she wanted. Atta girl. Grinning to myself, I turned back at Dani who seemed to have little or no interest in what's happening beside me. She was a hooker. She was gorgeous with all the black hair and black make up. Her ass was just as big and firm as her breasts in ratio. There was no ounce of doubt that she had a boob job done. I instantly pictured Layla's boobs, wondering if she had a boob job too.

They lingered behind us, and every two seconds, I would turn back and look to see if they were keeping up with us. "Oh, let them be, stop being such a worry wort, they're fine, nothing can happen to them." Abigail linked her arm in mine. "Don't think you can get out of this discussion about how you and Alex hooked up, I want all the deets." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her we hadn't hooked up, but just as I opened my mouth to negate it, I closed it, because that's exactly what Alex and I had done. We had hooked up severally with no promise of any strings attached. No promise of tomorrow nor sticking together, come what may. We were just coasting and it hurt me to my bone marrow whe

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

I know another place where I would like her to turn that red. "A random hook-up." I narrowed my eyes at her. Did she just call me a random hook-up? "Mmhmm." Francesca was clearly enjoying this. "Was he any good?" The tint on her cheeks deepened to a beautiful cherry red. Those cheeks looked so kissable right now. Wait, what am I thinking? The lips looked kissable. Not the cheeks. "He was... okay," I smirked. There, she had done it. . . . ___________________________________