It's Called A Hustle Sweetheart Novels & Stories

As the call ended, I stared at my phone, my heart pounding. Jess, who had been listening, leaned in. “Why do you look like you just accidentally signed up for a secret mission?” I exhaled. “Because I’m about to do something really bold.” She smirked. “I like bold. Spill.” I grabbed my bag. “I’m about to get Sweet Delights into the White House.” Jess gasped so loud, people outside probably heard it. “PENELOPE, WHAT THE ACTUAL—” I slapped her mouth shut before she could finish her sentence, the laptop dinging with notifications got our attention, turning both our attentions to the screen, likes, follows, comments, everything that happens on I*******m happened.

So it ended up being Dove. “We are not doing that, Buddie,” Finn said with furrowed brows. “Your mom had already come up with a name…” “You guys made her,” Nill suddenly said. “I'm her family, too. Why can I name her?” The rest of the people burst out laughing. “Did you just say that they made her?” Bradley asked. Nill sighed deeply. “But I'm right,” he said. “Her name is Raven. Raven for intelligence, okay?”

The yard was beautifully decorated with pastel ribbons, balloons, and a large cake at the center. “Dorothy! We’ve been waiting so long!” Chloe ran up and hugged her. “Good afternoon, Mr. Everest—” “We’re not at work today. Just call me Stefan,” he cut in, smiling. “If you say so,” Chloe chuckled, taking Dorothy by the hand. “Come on, let me show you everything you’ve missed!” “Hey, man,” Harrison greeted Stefan, walking up with Levi at his side. “You’re really living the dream, huh? From a planned marriage to expecting a baby. What’s next?” Levi teased. Harrison gave him a light smack on the shoulder to hush him.

"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.

I pull out a cream postcard size piece of paper. Wear me tonight. Mr M."it's the nickname name I gave to my secret crush since I don't know his actual name . "That's it. That's all there is!"panic and excitement flowed through my vein , ok I get that it's real weird getting gifts from someone who could possibly be a murderer or a rapist or maybe a serial killer but am willing to tempt fate and give in to my inner desires. Does this mean he's going to show himself tonight? Warmth and excitement hits my chest at the possibility, then nervousness and uncertainty set in. Am I really ready to meet him?

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'm so stressed out. She had been suggesting to me for years to join the sugar baby listing since a couple of her clients were asking for me. I never felt the need to even consider it. Every time she asked, I would just smile and keep on working. I know she put me as her assistant, as a window dresser. Since I was apparently attractive enough and eye candy, for both the daddy and momma that pass through her door.

he asked again after receiving no response. Harriette felt nervous immediately. She thought her disguise as Harriette had been exposed, but upon recalling the information provided by Lizzie, such a middle-aged man didn't exist in Harriette's world. As such, she became bold. "Yeah, I'm Etta. What's wrong, sir?" she asked with utmost politeness. Elijah stared quizzically at her, almost like seeking someone's shadow in her. However, after some time, he calmed his emotions. "Sorry. It's just that my wife has the same nickname. I call her Etta too."

Red has won rewards but it was never collected by him, always by Denver. Its currently Friday and we were told to leave early as preparations for the annual business dance. I hated the dance. It was where all businesses come together and discuss business and it bored me to death. "So, we need to go to the club after the Dance," Sweet said. We were all standing by her desk. Since we were all in top positions coming to the top floor was nothing now. Sweet is the slowest in the group and since she wanted to go dress shopping we had to wait for her.

He must have long arms to reach all the way to the back of my head. Before Adrian could answer, Trish, the same waitress from last week, came up to take our orders. She is all smiles and even remembers my name from last week. I don't even stiffen when she calls me sweetheart. That's how everyone is in this town. Sweetheart and honey are terms of endearment and I know she's just being nice and friendly. When she asks what we would like, Hailey jumps slightly, “Oh! Miss Missy! Can I get the same thing as you?”