Hustler Letters Novels & Stories

There was silence after he paused, then my mate urged him to continue. "That's not the end of the story is it?" He asked, with his hands folded in his chest. Chester just shook his head. "No that's not the end of the story of course, it's only the beginning. So I was exchanging the letters of course, but after reading through them and making sure that there was nothing suspicious about them, just pitiful lovers' letters, probably the last day they would ever write to each other before they die...." He was now drawing circles on the table with his fingers as he was speaking to us.

Everyone froze. Liam instinctively pulled Emma behind him. Victoria slowly removed... Another envelope. Old. Yellowed. Sealed with red wax. Emma's eyes widened. "The last letter..." Victoria smiled. "No." She held it higher. "This is the first letter." The room fell silent. "What?" Emma whispered. Victoria's smile became colder. "The letter you've all been chasing was only half the story." She looked directly at Emma. "Your mother wrote two letters." "You've spent months searching for the last one."

His handwriting hit me like a punch: [To Brian Stormclaw, age 28—] [If you ever hurt Mary, I'll never forgive you. [Remember—she's worth more than your life.] The rain smeared the ink, but the words still burned. I pressed the letter to my chest and cried until my voice gave out. I missed that teen wolf. The one who blushed writing love letters. The one who swore he'd protect me from the world. "He lied... he lied..." I whispered it into the wind. Just in case eighteen-year-old Brian could still hear me. When the storm finally gave up, I lit match number ninety-nine.

" After that, now she's gone. The stressor is out but the pressure is the only thing she left. Where can I find such a hard cash?! I feel depressed. I don't want to be a homeless. But every time I remembered I help someone drowning to death I do not regret spending money for his surgery. I just abandoned him in the hospital right after his surgery, the reason is I'm starving to death but thanks to my hunch, it tells me that the beggar was safe. I'm about to close the door but someone stopped the door for backing up. Who the hell are you? """Ohh, a mailman. What can I help you?"" I reckoned. ""Are you Athena Laurier?"" ""Pff, yes I am?"" ""There is a letter for you, can u sign up here?"" ""Ok

He snatched the letter before I knew it. "Give it back!" "Are you seducing my men while I am gone?" He said in an amused voice. He opened the letter, and soon, his face scrunched in fury. "...grab my waist in a dark alley and leave your marks all over my body. I want you to tie me up and pull my panties with your teeth. I want you to lick my puffed pussy lips and swirl your wet tongue inside me." Oh, God! What the hell did she write in there? In no way did it sound like a love letter. It was more of an invitation for the Mason guy to hop onto her bed.

I didn’t understand. “Talk about what? I just want to read the paper while I drink my coffee.” “That’s the thing, sweetheart.” Victor stood and crouched next to me. “You need to be prepared for something in the morning papers.” “You’ve got me worried,” I said. “Tell me what you’re talking about before I make it worse in my mind.” Victor sighed and took my hand. “There are several letters to the editor in both The Denhurst Chronicle and The Denhurst Gazette. The authors of the letters are twisting events to make you look bad.”

“What the fuck…” I felt like my world was crashing down on me. My head was full of his words and I was confused to how we even got here. I turned to face Sterling, and he was clearly avoiding my gaze. “Sterling.” He looked over at me finally, and I could see the truth behind his eyes. “Yeah?” “Have you read any of these?” I dropped the letter into the box. My gaze fell back to the box between my feet and I counted over fifty letters…maybe more. “How long has he been sending these?”

I reasared myself and slowly held the doorknob as I opened the room, the first thing my eyes caught was the brown envelope laying on the bed, with shaky legs I walked to the bed and picked the envelope, my hand was literally vibrating at this point, as I opened the brown envelope I saw a white paper and I took it out “To Rachel” Was written on it, and I opened the letter “Rachel my sweet Rachel, I want to say thank you for being the ladder that my baby mama and I use to escape poverty, I never thought o would one day, leave the den of poverty but it's all thanks to your stupidity and Obsession towards your career you left your golden husband and think you can have a future with someone like

"He has a bastard child?!" "What if this is a bluff?" Houston smiled, her lips even and straight. "This can't be true. I want to believe that this is... nothing but an empty letter but the letters continued to pile in. Every bit of details it has— they were right. I've had it investigated, father. They are right!" He massaged his temples when something clicked in his brain. "This event is nothing but a means for you to meet the writer of that letter is that it?!"

I eagerly announced while wrapping up all the letters in one place. "Yeah. Joshua is real. But I'm not gonna help you reading those boring letters. I mean... Who on earth could have done those letters, especially from a guy? Maybe he's not the man you think he is." "So, you were saying he was gay?" I asked back. "Those words are not from me. You said it yourself. I mean... There's no man in this world who loves writing letters anymore. Nathalie, we are already in a high-tech world."