Hustler นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Tell that to grandma. It hurts that my wife and I are related to such a miscreant. The sight of him alone is abhorring. I mean, there are many able men out there, why do we have to have this stigma stuck with us? He's such a disgrace to a family as affluent as this. "Damien replies and I smile. I'm just realizing, people are right when they say men gossip too. " You think we don't know how much dirt his presence brings to our name!? He's so poor, he reeks of lack! One look at him, tells just how poor he is. Now, I'd advise you to stop stating the obvious and focus on your work. "Frank who's older than Damien scolds and I smirk.

I asked. "On Twitter." He answered and a lady walked up to us and looked at him. "Who's this bitch?" She asked him and he seemed embarrassed. I kept quiet waiting for him to reply. "Vanessa, what are you doing here?" He asked embarrassed. "No, you tell me what you're doing here with a prostitute." She insulted. "Prostitute?" I asked and chuckled. "Of course not, I am just a friend and his colleague." I added. "I didn't ask you." She insulted.

He’s mine now and you do not fucking hurt him in any way! “Actually, it was a gutter downtown after a bunch of thugs beat me up for a drug debt I bumped. I’m an ex-hooker, luv, and I fucked men for money, not married them. I had my own little operation going before this one bailed me out of the shit storm and gave me a job in his sex club. Saved my arse and well, I fell for him hook line and sinker. As for the accent, it’s genuine, sort of. I’m a Londoner, but yeah, common as they come, and grew up begging for scraps and screwing men from a very young age. You were close though, so half a gold star for that. As for his bank balance, well, I don’t really need it considering he gave me the clu

"Huh worth_less b_bitch." "SHUT UP YOU MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU TO_" "Huh. l_look wh_who is t_tal_king." "He is my husband!" "T_the b_bastard son o_f a m_man wh_whore and a s_slut." "At least he is not a rapist who takes advantage of innocent girls!"

And yet he ran through the trap that easy. “Wrong. It was Sanya Brown. Dude, How can you forget that?! You had a four-year relationship!” Well, His answer is wrong but I also lied because Xihizo— is gay. His first love was actually George Mckenny. “That means chug!!” “Alright, alright take it easy okay? My question then— What makes you aroused?” “When someone doesn’t ask too many questions and will just go with it.” “Is that so? Then should I?”

stung! "Although I am not the only one you have fucked tonight, am I?" She laughed, picking up the TV controller. She aimed it at the Tv and turned it on; a stilled image popped up on the screen of Hugo pinning a pretty blonde waitress up against the wall in the bathroom we had fucked in. His fingers up her skirt as his lips trailed down her neck.

The only thing on my mind right now is fucking coffee, and I'm dying for a steaming cup with a blunt and a cigarette to match, all while sitting on the building's roof and letting the wind take me away. "I had no idea you were such an early bird." As I tiptoe past Scotty toward the kitchen, his deep, sleepy voice startles me. I come to a halt and turn to face him, leaning against the doorframe as a late rush floods my body. "Yeah, I have trouble sleeping. What's your excuse?" "I'm a hustler, Harley. I never fucking sleep. If there's money to be made, then I'm out fucking making it." He gets up from the couch, proudly flaunting his massive morning wood, which d

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel Cowboys Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch

I yelled, my anger had me demanding such an outburst and I just felt like strangling the brute. "I am Nicholas Hills. America's most beloved bachelor with a networth of over three billion dollars! The world adores me. I've met with world rulers and I've dined with them. You are a nobody in my presence." Nicholas scowled. Fvck! His words hit me like a fiery comet, destroying and shattering me into smithereens. There is no doubt that he is counted as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country... There's even no denying he's hot, but he is the rudest bastard to ever walk this earth.