روايات وقصص ضمن It's Called A Hustle Sweetheart

"Hey, your daughter's name is Allura, right?" I overheard my name being mentioned, and can't help but listen to their conversation more. "She's too pretty to be only working as a waiter at our nightclub." One of her friends said. "Being a stripper like us is perfect for her, I mean her salary will be doubled, and she's working with us and we'll keep her safe. Her safety will be guaranteed while she makes money. A win-win, yeah?" I scrunched my nose from the idea, me? Working as the same job as them? But I took it as a compliment though.

Sugar and Bite Intro: Clara Hart has built her bakery with flour-dusted hands and sleepless nights, determined to prove that sugar, spice, and ambition can outshine anyone in town including Ethan Cole, the arrogant, maddeningly talented rival who runs the bakery across the street. Their rivalry is legendary two stubborn perfectionists, always trying to outdo the other, always clashing in competitions, and always circling each other like fire drawn to gasoline.

Kudus to stirley, who is thoughtful enough and gives him a copy of the picture, and she definitely knows how to select the beautiful girl that I like and wants. The face of her has clouded his very thought, being and existence. She looks like a tall lady with incredible features like bust and waists. I am so sure with my words, even though I haven't set my eyes on her for once. "God bless stirley for connecting me and her together" says Nick, feeling all estacy about the new girl he hasn't seen before. Anytime he remembers the girl he is falling in love with, he gets Goosebumps. "I don't even know her name, just come to think of it. I need to ask stirley about her name" he said.

“I thought you could use this.” “Thank you.” I took it and wrapped my shaking hands around it. I sipped the coffee. It was black, but I didn’t mind. I took a huge bite of the donut and smiled shyly. “You know his wife called this building a donut,” she started, which made me smile. “It was Sweetheart. London,” Linden corrected her. “But yeah, my wife agreed with her.” “Right. I’m Hope, by the way.” “I’m Dani Souls.” I shook her hand.

I was a Huxx myself. He tilted his head at me, running his tattooed hand through his hair before he raised an eyebrow, "oh, then what is your name, sweetheart?" "Doll." "Your real name." "That is my real name." "Your real name is Doll? I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart, but Doll isn't a name, a doll is a toy. Which is exactly what you are to them." My fingers tightened around the fork as my gaze sharpened on him, "sweetheart isn't my name," I told him in a stern yet meek voice. I could never raise my voice, "doll is my name."

Tina's birthday party, you lent me your jacket, we had a conversation and you offered to take me home". Ben's face broke into a look of recognition. “Sandy?" He asked. Sandy laughed and said "you actually remembered my name, can't say I do yours." Ben smirked and replied "it's Ben, such a pleasant surprise" while staring at her face taking every little detail in. “What are the odds I met my crush that night again and she's so beautiful" he thought. Sandy smiled and they walked in silence each with their thoughts.

The night was young, and as the evening developed, they didn’t want to part from one another. Treasure decided that if this was going to be her last time to have fun, she was going to take it. So when Jake suggested they go out to a nightclub, ironically named “Pretender.” Treasure was all for it. They sat for maybe 10 minutes and talked a little, then Jake was ready to hit the dance floor.

I muttered, turning slightly toward the window to hide my smile. My thumbs moved fast over the keyboard. Me: Are you sure you’re not naming it that to jump on the hype train? I mean, I’m basically the city’s headline scandal right now. Grace: Of course not. It’s my way of saying I’m proud of you. But fine, what should I name it then? I leaned back, thinking for a second. Me: How about Douceur? Grace: Oh my god. I love that. It sounds sexy. Me: It is sexy. The kind of dessert that makes people forget they have morals.

Originally this was supposed to be her going alone in a crowd of unknown people, but alas! Knowing her reluctance in being separated from Ming, this was modified from a alone shopping spree to both going for shopping. Nonetheless, they had decided to see if she can shop with any unknown person. Though Ming's presence was not required, at the end it was decided to take it slow and today they would just check if she can stay away from ming even in his presence. "Which color do you like young madam?" asked Salesgirl Su while showing the various dresses to tofu. Tofu looked back to check if ming was at his position before answering, "My name is tofu, not young madam."

the bastard's low baritone strung Mike's nerve, gripping the counter. "And you are a realtor who is prone to meeting strangers on daily basis, let’s say, for example in a secluded warehouse. Your mother, Santha Patel is living alone too. There is a lot of loopholes in your life, my dear Sarah.” She slowly turned around, gritting her teeth. “With this bet, I’m offering you a chance to cut me off your track” her blazing inner reflected in her glare, shearing his skin but he ignored it and raised his bows back to position.