Hustlers University Novels & Stories

★★★★ CAFETERIA They settled down on a sit as they ate. So, tell me about this school, Jeanne spoke up. She opened the cover of her water a gulp down a little quantity before speaking up. You see, Suga High is full of spoilt rich brat, bullies, and different characters. We have some students that are treated specially by the teachers. Really??...... tell me about them, she chipped in. We have Samantha Sobiech, the daughter of the largest share holder of the school, she's a full time bully, everyone knows she has a crush on Micheal.

"She promised that she would get to this university, and that's why I worked hard to get into it. And I must get her back." One of his friends laughed at him, teasing him about being in the university because of a girl. "You're really here for her, huh?" he said, chuckling. Tyler's face set in a determined expression. "It's always been my dream university," he said. "But we had dreamed that dream together. And now that she's here, I'm determined to get her back." His friend clapped him on the back, a grin spreading across his face. "Don't worry, man," he said. "We'll help you get her back. You're a great catch, and she'd be crazy to let you go."

Not everything—just a few essentials, throwing clothes into a small suitcase with hurried, clumsy movements. "You need to calm down, Izzy. What the hell is going on?" Carl asked from where he sat on the edge of her bed, his girlfriend Jane watching quietly beside him while spooning ice cream from a tub. "Yeah, and what’s with the army of guys outside? They look like they just walked off a whiskey commercial. Huge, too. Come on—what did you do? Rob a bank?" Jane teased, and Carl snorted in agreement. "They’re Uncle Seth’s men, okay? Something’s going on. Just tell us. You can talk while you pack."

the bully asked, scrolling through their phone and quickly finding the video of what had happened to the others outside. “Shit, Arie—Ariella, I am sorry; I didn't mean to do all of that. I was just trying to get some attention and—” "How do you accomplish that by insulting others?" Klara interrupted. "I am sorry, please spare me; I do not want my family to be hurt, and I will never—” "Wait, are we talking about Luis, the ruthless Deluca?" another asked while the other responded, “Yes." "Oh my goodness, laughing was also a crime," they said, rushing to kneel before me, and before I knew it, everyone who had laughed was on their knees.

If I hadn't managed to uncover the real evidence this time, I probably wouldn't even have had the chance to tell the truth… just like all the others before me. Madison's lecturers and classmates started whispering among themselves in the gallery. I had requested a live stream of the court proceedings. People who watched the proceedings began speaking up for Grandpa online. "Wow. How despicable is this campus belle from a top university? Hit-and-run? And trying to steal someone's husband?" "I heard the husband funded her education since she was a kid. What an ungrateful snake!" "No one's talking about Stuart? He would rather sacrifice his mentor for a mistress. He's absolutely heartless!"

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.

Bruce just laughed it off. "You think we're all blind? You're treating trash like it's treasure." He pulled out his phone and played a video. There was Amelia, blowing through the cash meant for charity and the money from the guys, on wild parties and scandalous escapades. Amelia shrieked and hit the deck. I made my way to the front of the room, ready to drop the hammer. "St. Hartwell University hands out offers early, but classes are about to start. Have any of you gotten one?

One particular morning, Jake, the frat president, had me bent over the kitchen counter while three of his friends used my mouth and hands. “Fuuuuck, you’re such a good little campus whore,” Jake groaned, pounding my pussy hard from behind. “You’re going to walk into Professor Voss’s class with our cum running down your legs, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “I want everyone to know I’m the university’s cumdump!” They each came inside me before sending me off to class, leaving me leaking and satisfied.

She turned on the TV, and my stomach dropped. A local news anchor stood in front of Blackstone University's main entrance, speaking into a camera. "..controversy continues to grow after student journalist Isabella Rodriguez published a damning exposé about systematic harassment at Blackstone University. The article, which has gone viral across social media platforms, details an alleged conspiracy involving student Victoria Sterling and members of the university administration." The screen cut to footage of protesters outside the administration building. Some held signs reading "Justice for Maya" and "Sterling Corruption." Others held counter-signs reading "Support Victoria" and "Don't Believ

She needed him to feel pity for her. I’ve changed locations and he always ends up finding me. This time he tried to rape me. At the mention of rape, Rios developed sudden hate for the guy he had no idea about. He hated guys who wanted to force their way on women even when the women didn’t give consent. I had earlier booked a reservation for a spa. I had gone there with the hopes of relaxing myself as I had been stressed out lately going from one company to the other trying to get my books published.