Hustler Novels & Stories

Carnation was about to stand when Luca spoke again. "I'm sorry." Carnation was taken aback and looked into her boss's eyes, puzzled. Was what she had heard accurate? Did Mr. Lust really apologized to her? "I know I shouldn't have ridden your mistake about me back then, and I shouldn't be enraged because you already know who I am." Luca sighed and looked away. He did not know how to explain himself. He could not find the right words to defend himself, he admitted to the mistake he had made to her. The truth is, he is a coward. He couldn't tell her he was the infamous Mr. Lust, the reason she's selling her body now. He couldn't handle seeing Carnation's disappointment when she discovered he w

But it was effective when it came out of the mouths of good looking men such as him, so the ladies played along. "No..." One of the ladies said. She had not even finished speaking when he interrupted in a very loud voice. "Good, cos you ladies are ugly as f*CK!" Oh wait, did I say flirting, I meant seeking death. He was well known in Tiger City as the 'Greatest Death seeker of all Time'. Literally, the GOAT of death seeking.

He came to have fun. And besides running a modern market, hotel, and resort, Hugo also invested his money in building a new mall which Homer would later use to distribute his drugs, if possible. Hugo also owned several bars. In addition, he is also an influencer. He often creates videos about business and how to appear more attractive. "Mr. Hugo dated everyone, regardless of their gender. He was even spotted dating a trans woman. It became a headline for several weeks." It was so easy. Max even explained it down to details that Jefferson didn't even need. Jefferson had read the news about it, but just the title; Jefferson sure it's not something important.

I vowed, holding my head high. "You won't be a slave, just help me." He specified. I sent him a straight smile. "In what? Satisfying your sexual frustration?" His expression turned neutral and hard. "Why do you always associate me with sex?" I shrugged. "Because that's what your image in school is - 'Colton Hastings the always-eager-to-fornicate jerk'." He opened his mouth to oppose but stopped. "Did you just say fornicate?" "So what?" I huffed. "The actual words were too slang."

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He leaned in closer so his mouth was closer to my ear, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret. "These aren't for free. I charge one dollar and if I see someone is either more rich or dumb, I cost them two dollars." He grinned at me. I, on the other hand, gasped. "You son of a butcher. Flying ducks, that is so smart. Well, it is also mean that you cost a dollar extra to- to-" I didn't want to call someone dumb. "Dumb? Stupid? Reta-" "Mason!" I slapped his arm. "That is so rude."

Bob asked her, he must have also noticed her weak countenance. “The madam has joined hands with someone we don’t know, work has been harder these days and the pay is still the same.” “They would have to break the rules before the Master can involve himself in it.” Bob said in defense, I didn’t know much but I could guess work meant ‘prostitution’ and it seems like they were making them fuck more people. That had to be hard, letting anyone touch you, anyhow they like, just the few hours I had spent with Carlos got me so sore, I wondered what ‘a lot’ meant.

They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan, My dad's a congressman and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks pink. "Well now you've seen a prince up close and you may even get to be much more closer to him." I tell her my voice dropping an octave.

Time: 10 PM Dress code: Formal(Tuxedos only) On the bottom was another P.S. - Come alone, or she dies. The Obsidian Estate. I knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew that name. It belonged to a man, a faceless crime lord called The collector. No one knew his real name. The government had been trying to catch him for years, but he was like smoke. Always one step ahead. "This is a trap," Levi said unnecessarily. “You and the collector have bad blood after that failed deal so why would you get an invite if it isn't a trap?”

His whole attitude just pissed me off. ​My jaw tightened, the insult landing like a slap. I sat up straight, glaring at him. "I am not a prostitute. And I'm not interested in whatever offer you're making. So why don't you do us both a favor and walk away?" ​The stranger didn't take my rejection in good faith. In fact, his smile vanished, replaced by an ugly, mocking sneer. He laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, please. What are you even feeling like? You claim not to be a prostitute, yet here you are, hanging around a man who’s notorious for never sleeping with one woman twice. Do you seriously think you're special? Darius is probably in another part of this hotel right now, hooking up wit