It's Called A Hustle Sweetheart Novels & Stories

He wallowed in his office and looked at the framed picture of his pregnant wife and the younger version of himself. So full of life, happiness, and hope. ***** "Oh my god, you did it didn't you?" Cassidy asked, her eyes glimmering with the need to know the juiciest gossip. "What did she do?" the black-haired woman asked. "Oh my god! I forget to introduce you guys, Jade this is Bree, she's our newest. Wait, Bree have you decided on your stripper name?" "Uh, you mean my name is not marketable?" she retorted making the girls laugh.

“What’s it called?” “I was waiting for you to name it.” She blinked. “Me?” “You’re the heart of it.” She thought for a moment, then smiled. “Let’s call it Steeped in You.” I stared at her. She shrugged. “It’s romantic. A little dramatic. And it sounds like something we’d say at 2 a.m. when we’re too tired to be clever.” I walked over, wrapped my arms around her from behind. “It’s perfect.” She leaned back into me. “You sure?”

Dahlia's Point of View Even the air felt fresher after I freed myself from that cage of lies and betrayal. I didn't feel tired at all despite my four-hour flight. Instead, I was filled with a sense of ease and relief, reminiscent of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. I was speaking to Mina Vulpona, my new colleague, when my phone vibrated. It was Sylvia. She had sent me a photo of her wearing the winner's crown for the Bridal Queen Tournament. She was standing next to the dress I had created, and Felix and Leon were standing on either side of her.

Beautiful said with a smile on her face. "Gladly," Emma said, following her out of the room. They were both in an elevator going to Mr. Anderson's office when Mrs.Beautiful started talking "You can call me Daphne. I must warn you, answer his questions precisely, don't beat around the bush, he hates that. Trust me when I say he is a good man, You'll surely be considered if he likes you". Daphne said smiling. They both stepped out of the elevator when Daphne stopped by her desk. "This is my desk," Daphne said to Emma but she already knew that because there was a nameplate with her name Daphne Johnson written on it for everyone to see.

"Hey sweetheart, you make my heart flutter. I'm so happy knowing that you were jealous towards my cousin. I called her sweetheart because she was only ten; she was asking for help on her assignment." "Cousin? The fudge! Did I hear it right? It was his cousin he called sweetheart! You are so stupid, Keisha. You didn't even notice and just asked! She was just asking for help. This is embarrassing; I can't even look directly into his eyes." "Still sulking, my sweetheart? Come on, you're my only sweetheart." "W-what about your cousin? You should go." He hugged me from behind, which made me stiffen. I felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my head. I can't really calm down every time we hav

On the other hand sukoon maheen reached there collage and sahil was already standing there he saw sukoon and maheen and smiles, both the friends went towards him and sahil asked “HEY sweethearts ,why are you both late today? Listing sweetheart word from sahil’s mouth maheen turn red like tomato sukoon gives her smirk which make her more red, sukoon says we get late because of traffic sahil nobbled his head says ok let’s go for our class we are getting late, three of them went from there and reached there classroom.

“Emily, you’ve done this to yourself. All that time, sneaking around, thinking you were untouchable. Did you think you were too clever to ever get caught?” “It’s called hustling, Julie. I’m pretty sure that’s what you did, bagging a rich boyfriend all those years ago. These rich guys don’t notice poor girls like us. Not unless we throw ourselves at their faces. You’ve had your share of the cake. Don’t be greedy. MBA from Harvard. CMO of a prestigious company, your husband’s company. Now you’ve seen someone better, someone richer. And the hustle must continue. Congratulations to you, Julie. But don’t pretend like this is more than what it is, a gold–digging—”

The guy did the very same thing that Candice had done earlier,(the staring thing),they both laughed whilst looking at each other as if there was something more to say to each other. " Ohh okay then i see,let's say we will chat tonight,who knows,we might call it the whole night,there's no problem right? Of course there is not. So tell me, how do you want me to save your number?"... " Just write my name hey,it doesn't have to be complicated. " Okay,i will save it like this... He showed her the phone,he had saved the number by the name "sweetheart", so they both laughed their lungs out. Then silence knocked again, that's when she called it a day,and indeed,it was a day!

“Sweetheart, we don’t talk about things like that. Diane is not real. She’s just a story you made up.” I stood there in the hallway, my form shimmering with emotion. Sophie could see me so clearly. She understood me. She wasn’t afraid. She was the first person in decades who truly saw me as I was. Ryan came home from work a few hours later. Sophie ran to him and hugged his legs. “Daddy! There’s a lady in the hall. Her name is Diane. She lives here with us now.” Ryan picked her up and laughed, but the laugh sounded forced. “A lady, huh? Is she friendly?”

I said keeping my voice steady, “every dish on our menu is our best. If you’re looking for fancy tricks, you won’t find them here. But if you’re looking for food with heart, you came to the right place.” His friend stifled a laugh. The man in the suit tilted his head, studying me, clearly not used to being spoken to that way. “And you are?” he asked. “Vanessa Taylor,” I said, lifting my chin. “Owner of Hearth & Home.” For a split second, surprise flickered across his face, gone almost before I caught it. He leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth curving into something between a smirk and a dare “Fine then,” he said. “Impress me, Miss Taylor.”