Hustler Novels & Stories

she pondered, her eyes darting back and forth. The striking man before her was none other than Liam Hamilton, the multi-billionaire CEO of Hamilton Tech, a top-ranking company in the Software world situated in the heart of Alaska City. He was renowned for his sophistication, assertiveness, enigmatic demeanor, and arrogance. Liam was also an elite playboy, known for dating only the most stunning women and never being seen with the same girl twice.

As I turned around, I immediately jumped back upon seeing a man standing there, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at me. "Who are you and why are you in this place?" “Call me delicious, but my name is Dusty. By the time you're finished giving me a blowjob, I assure you that you'll declare my taste to be delightful.” “Don't even think about getting close to me, you'll regret it, asshole.”

The set of his shoulders was lower, an edge of disappointment in his voice, “Can I hide it, get to the cash machine, five thousand pesos, can I get it past him? The hustler leaned into him, his warm breath on Daniel's face as he spoke, beer and whiskey, a scent of cologne, the tang of sweat from his shined skin, the sum of it all so intoxicating. "You have very pretty eyes," he said, a thoughtful look passing over his face. Daniel blinked, he had pretty eyes. Jeez, had this guy checked in a mirror recently? "Daniel," he blurted, blushing and squirming on the stool, waiting for some comment, some comeback.

She said you were with her mom. The one with the tattoos rolled her eyes. "Every time she talks about that deadbeat husband, it makes me want to punch something." Then she looked at me. "Wanna hear mine ?” I nodded. “I'm a hustler. I had a client who refused to pay up. He thought he could use me and get away with it. So I sent him straight to hell." She said it so casually, but the chilling truth of her words made me shiver. Yet, I understood.

Tomorrow was Christmas and Today was Christmas Eve, when I was supposed to go shopping for tomorrow but then, my bosses had asked every of their staffs to show up at work today and failure to do so, meant being fired. That was something I couldn't risk because this Job paid huge, I mean very huge and I doubt that if I get fired, I would ever find a job as good as this. Also, my bosses, which were Triplets known as Kendrick, Killian and Kieran all had big mouth-watering Dicks. I haven't fucked them before, though I wished to but how I knew this, was because I had peeped on each and every one of them, whenever they were fucking their whores.

I am the stupid husband who loves my womanizing wife. I seat in the chair in front of the mirror. Took the lotion and applied it to my fair and smooth thighs. I'm still glancing at Zedrick, I'm checking to see if he'll even peek or drool at me. But it's still no effect, I've overcome the wind that doesn't even see me. But he can feel it because of the aromatic smell that comes from the lotion I use.

He was already shocked to see her stubborn "Christian! I want the truth." "Okay you want the truth so listen she said you are a professional prostitute. You are top class or the most demanding whore in your circle. You are skilled and experienced and whatever you said it's just your style to woo your client. You just play your innocent girl card to earn more money. You are nothing else, just a whore."

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

The abundant province may look clean and green on the outside but in reality, the businessmen were being run by the dirty politicians who's been handled by the powerful syndicates. Fernando Cristobal owns the biggest law firm and a private and corporate investigation agency in the province. His family is one of the wealthiest families in the country. Fernando is not just an advocate for justice, but also a philanthropist. He gives his service pro bono to those poor people who can't afford to have an attorney. Little did he know that his good deeds will only lead to his downfall.