Hustler Letters Novels & Stories

until I noticed a very long letter that piqued my interest, and my eyes widened as I read the first word, immediately knowing who it belongs it. "Hey, it's me. I'm not very fond of writing letters, but for you, I'll try to. I'll be honest, do you still remember the day when I saved you from those thugs inside your church's garden? If you did, it wasn't actually the first time that I saw you. I've been seeing you in this village for the past few months already before that day, especially when there are special occasions in your village. That's why every time I get the chance to sneak out from your parents, I'll do so without hesitation to catch a glimpse of you. If you only knew how my day is

" ​Without waiting for a response, Victor turned and strolled casually back toward the house, leaving me alone in the quiet garden with the bloody crimson letter sitting between the teacups. ​My hands shook furiously as I snatched the letter from the table. I slipped around the side of the rose garden and ducked into the shadow of the stone wall. With a quick, desperate motion, I broke the wax seal with my thumbnail and pulled out the single sheet of thick parchment inside.​The elegant, sharp handwriting was unmistakable. It was signed by Gabriel. ​"Roberto Vance, ​Your forty-eight hours begin upon the delivery of this missive. The garrison documents shall be delivered to the old olive grove

EROS said with a satisfied smile. I turned back to see him waving at me before he placed the black face mask that was part of his disguise back on his face again. … “Ok, so what you’re telling me is that all three of your clients are asking to remove the condition prohibiting sex from the contract, is that correct? Seriously, girl. All three at once?” Justin asked with his eyes opened wide. “Yeah,” I replied not knowing what else to say. “Well, that’s not a problem for me, if it’s not a problem for you. Honestly, I’m glad to have all three clients back,” Justin said with a sigh of relief.

I watched as the bartender stumped his fist on the table in anger, "What the hell are you saying? Didn't you see the letter, at least you aren't an illiterate, you can read, you saw the letter he sent. What makes you think he isn't the one? Speak to me, talk to me, drunkard." I sat there with my mouth open, I never wrote any letter, and I never sent my men to attack Alpha Caleb's pack, what the fuck were they speaking about?

Jefferson said as he stepped out the door and slammed it again, causing Owen and Max to flinch. Hayden wanted to charge his phone, but Max quickly held him back. He didn't seem to care what Jefferson was typing; he didn't check. The message Jefferson typed was written in capital letters, even when Jefferson wrote his own fake name so Hugo wouldn't think Hayden sent him a rude text. YOU BETTER SHUT THE F*CK UP, OR I WILL RIP THAT FU*KING MOUTH OF YOURS, YOU STUPID PERVERT! -JEREMY Hugo only replied with a laughing emoticon, making Owen and Maz laugh, especially Hugo's following message.

The next few emails were really similar, all of them demanding i leave Arya and go to whoever this person is. I stuck all the letters in one of my drawers locking it making sure arya won't see them even by mistake. Whoever is sending these know about arya and is smart enough not to leave any clue on the letters. They were all hand delivered leaving me very little space to investigate their origin. I had a private chat with all the guys that work on the door, the one who took the letters. But i found nothing so far, the letters were delivered by anonymous homeless peoples. I was getting so frustrated with all the hopeless research when Ace came in.

He paused "have a look this file first" "Coal mining scam" The title of file was enough for him to dripping from sweat. "M..My..Ki.ng" He Stammered. "I think so you don't need to open this file, You have already know what I am talking about" A dark chuckled roar in study. "I want you sign this file" He gave him green file.

End of flashback. Ella hurriedly went to campus to attend her afternoon classes. Since she was already late and was not able to attend her morning classes because she overslept, she decided to stop by the locker room to get her supplies. She was shocked to discover a mountain of expensive chocolates piled inside her locker when she opened the door. She then noticed a small, handwritten note inside the locker that read: "As promised last night, I bought you more chocolates." Ella's mouth curled into a smile when she read the letter. She was about to hide the letter back in the locker when she noticed something written on the back of the paper:

In the big, bold letter was composed. "Mr. businessman or Mr. player." I read through the whole news, and damn those paps! How do they know about my past girlfriends? I'm going to sue them for sure! Some lines said, "I left April hanging" after "USING" her as a prostitute. "God who so ever was the writer for this thing, He/She sure will be down under the earth, after I'm done with my father," I thought, as I put the paper down.

It was brutal, yet beautiful under the sun. When he saw me, he placed the newspaper down and pointed to the seat opposite him. "Come have a seat." He showed me a document. "These are route maps and contact codes for the cargo. I hate this flowery underworld slang. You translate." Even if he was testing me, he did it openly. I picked up the document and scanned through it professionally, taking notes with a pencil. Ten minutes later, I handed him the corrected proposal. "The third port contact is wrong. That code format is from ten years ago. Nobody in Cecile Island uses it anymore. This is a trap."