Hustler Novels & Stories

VIDO I sat at a low table tucked into in the private alcoves, half-hidden from the main hall, playing cards with Lord Avantus, Commander of the Western Guilds. Behind him, a whore was moaning loudly as his companion, Lord Gaston, fucked her hard from behind, the sounds of their coupling blending into the tavern’s low roar. Avantus leaned back in his chair, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he won yet again. “Looks like fortune finally remembers my name.”

“Do you think I should get to know him?” “Nah, actually, I’m glad you don’t,” Hugo said. He shrugged casually, his tone nonchalant but his words chilling. “He’s been chasing you. His name is Frederick Henson. He’s a brutal soldier, known for causing a lot of deaths and assaults in these areas.” Hugo mentioned this as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and locked it with a practiced flick. “He’s the one who brought you here, far from home. If you run into him, it’s best to steer clear and avoid any interaction. Just find me, and I’ll take care of it.”

-THIRD PERSON’S POV- “What is this hustler’s name?” Seff engaged Jarvaldo with the business card in his hand. He rose from the chair and his foot knocked over the empty communion wine bottle. It clinked and rolled on the floor. “He goes by the pseudonym of Shekel Moneta,” Jarvaldo divulged. “Give him a call. Tell him that you’re my guy.” Seff stopped the bottle with his foot and bent over to steady it on the floor. When he straightened, he took out his new Android phone to make the call. He wasn’t in the bullshit today with Jarvaldo. He assessed the business card and whispered the contact details:

Hailey Anderson Luke Hastington The owner of Hastington Hotel chains all over the world, One of the members of the 7 Gold Lifes, 30 years old and single. He’s known as the most hardworking and the cold man of the 7 Gold Lifes. I looked through Luke's photos on g****e and just admiring him so bad. He looks good in every photos. "What are you looking at?" I jumped, I saw my bestfriend Michael sat on the sofa.

I gаvе him an ісу glаrе of dіѕguѕt. “Whаt? It’ѕ not like іt’ѕ сlаѕѕіfіеd information, уоur fіаnсé wаѕ a mаn whore, sorry. Nоw hе’ѕ a reformed mаn whore thаt lоvеѕ уоu wіth all his hеаrt.”

a man said furiously. He had a spiky mohawk hairstyle like a cliché rockstar. He had a bushy beard and he had a larger physique compared to Disgustington. Gray’s face slightly twitched upon seeing his hair. “Did a band throw up on you, Mohawk?” she thought to herself. “I-I was just pissing!” said Disgustington, averting his eyes. “You, f*ckwit!” Mohawk slapped him with the back of his hand. “Can’t you control your own damn d*ck?!”

His jet-black hair was slicked back, and he spoke with a thick Mexican accent. “My name is Viper, and you’ve met my assistant, Crush,” he said in a velvety smooth tone, motioning toward Mexican Hulk, which I was now fully convinced was a far better club name. “Charmed, I’m fuckin’ sure,” I said. “I wanted to welcome you both to my nightclub. It’s a bit of a…work in progress, but I have big plans for the place.” “Nightclub?” I asked. “Last time I was here, this place was a pool hall… for bikers.”

My pussy still felt swollen from the fight, that angry throb mixing with the hurt in my chest until I couldn’t tell which was worse. I grabbed my phone and opened the app store without thinking. No photos, no bullshit profiles, just straight dirty talk and vibes. I downloaded it fast, heart pounding while it was installed. “Fuck Jake and his mistress,” I whispered as I made my profile. Put up a quick shot of my cleavage in the tank top I still wore, no face, just tits pushed together and the hint of hard nipples showing through. Bio said fresh out of a cheating asshole’s bed, looking to feel wanted again. Send.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

pearl snarled, her eyes blazing with fire and disgust landed on Serena, which sends chills running down her body. It dawn on Serena that she was a threat to pearl and there is a possibility that she might hurt her. Halfway through their meal, josh asked Serena what she does for a living. " I worked as a waitress" All hell broke lose, pearl slammed her fist on the table making serena jump. " A waitress?" She scoffed then turned to Alex " you want to marry a servant? This is beneath you and this family. What has gotten into you for God sake? It is obvious she is after your money, just one look at her I can tell she is a gold digging bitch!"