Hustler Novels & Stories

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."

I didn’t know evil people smiled too. “What can I say? Red suits me well. You look dashing yourself” “Looks like Tuxes are my thing” He was wearing a very expensive Tuxedo. “Very much” “My name is Dante” “It suits you well, I’m Rayna.” “Beautiful name, but doesn’t sound Mexican” “The only thing about me that seems Mexican is my face” “So where are you from? “Why, wanna meet my dad?” I teased. “You’re interesting, come dance with me”

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?”

The contrast between his ruthless reputation and his careful touch sent a fresh wave of confusion through her veins. "We do not have the luxury of debating philosophy when state troopers are preparing to raid this building to seize the child," Gideon reminded her, a dark edge returning to his tone. He stepped back to admire the way the tailored ivory dress hugged her curves and projected an image of untouchable elegance. Maren felt a flush rise to her cheeks under his scrutiny, but she refused to look away from his intense gaze.

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

Hugo shouted with amusement. “And you, Carter,” she began. “I loved you the best I could, and it still wasn’t enough for you. You whored around with other women behind my back. And when I had the nerve to say something about it, you hit me! And yes, I knew you were a crooked, drug-peddling thief, but you crossed the line when you let your homies sell drugs to eleven-year-olds and scam vulnerable old people out of their money, and wanting me to turn into your own personal hit woman to do your bidding. Oh, and I’m convinced that you got underage girls working in your whorehouses! It’s one thing to be ruthless in business. It’s another when you’re a sick—"

Hugh's chest puffed with pride as he replied, "So you've heard of Rodney, huh? Yeah, he's the big man at Madblade, and I'm Hugh Williamson, the one and only 'Nasty Hugh'. Surely you've heard of me too." With a smug gesture, Hugh tapped the tiger tattoo on his chest, as if it validated his claims. Andrew looked at him, feigning surprise, and said, "Nasty Hugh? Nope. Never heard of the name." Hugh's face turned red as he barked, "Bullshit!" Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Whatever. Let's just get down to business." Hugh's jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed. "You clueless fool, do you even realize how deep in trouble you are? I'll give you one minute to ask around and learn about my name. You'll

“Nooo, girl. Anything for the hustle, anything for the grind, you feel me?” She rolled her eyes and muttered, “What the… fuck.. He isn't even financially stable...” “Girl! Have you seen his… cock?!” I threw my hands in the air again, exaggerating. She blinked, speechless for a second. “…Who?” “Mr. Cockstar!” I repeated, laughing like she was slow. She narrowed her eyes. “Wait… that ain’t his name though…” I smirked, shaking my head. “Girl, you haven’t seen it. You wouldn’t trade anything else for it. The way he… arched my waist…”

I must admit that all six foot two inches of him was super fine. He was a thirty eight year old stud. Big, broad shoulders; long, thick and cut arms and legs; a muscular rippling six-pack and a firm but juicy tush pretty much summed up his magnificent outsides. It was who he was on the inside that disgusted me. Dustin Holloway was a highly conceited, overrated, womanizing prick. Not only did he refuse to shy away from his revolting image, he banked on it. He parlayed his dubious history into a multi-million dollar empire and didn't care who he hurt to do it. I had been exposed to jerks like this all my life.

"Do you know how bad it got for Steve to even say he is going to involve the police? He absolutely hates them!" "I can't believe this," I keep my eyes transfixed on the spot. "I don't understand why she would want to kill anyone." "That's because she is crazy, just like her mother." Nola says. "I know that you are still new to Densberry and all, so I'm just going to be a gossip and tell you the lore. Mrs Huston isn't the real Mrs Huston. She seduced Mister Huston and stole him from his first wife. Rumors said that she also killed Mister Huston to be able to gain his wealth."