It's Called A Hustle Sweetheart Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

"I think you've sold your drink pretty well." He chuckles then grabbed his glass. "Cheers?" He asks, raising his glass. I grabbed mine as well and raised it. "To a great night." I say. "The night just started, sweetheart." He stares at me hungrily. And fuck, I literally died and recovered when he called me sweetheart. A part of my body loved hearing it coming from his mouth. Being called sweetheart by Gage Stockholm has never been my dream but I'm so honored that he called me that.

My eyebrows lift when the woman puts down her rum in the sand and falters forward with laughter escaping her lips. "Don't judge me—it's a beautiful Friday night, and I'm in the company of a gorgeous older man." My lips twitch, yet I resist the urge to laugh. "It's Tuesday..." Tide cracks up. 'In her defense, she is cute.' "Whatever!" Natasha rolls her eyes at me. "Who even keeps track these days? The world has already gone under, Hayhay." Hayhay? Is that my nickname?! Isn't that the stupid chicken from Disney's movie Moana? Could a nickname get even more insulting!?

As I stay alone ~ Ur sweetheart Aalis He rolled his eyes at audacity of this dumb girl, how she can think he is really going to meet her. He will never do that, he will simply ask Abhimanyu to do such things. 'See this screenshot, I don't know why she is giving me her address, is there anything to celebrate .... I mean I am unaware so please enlighten me..... Isn't sweetheart is too cheesy for person like me, so I didn't get that too'

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

"Ready for your new identity, sweetie?" Whenever Joel wants to tease Primrose, he calls her "sweetie," but the sound is also sweeter. Primrose silently scolded Joel, who knew how to flirt, snorting in response. "If I say no, what if I say I want to run away? What are you going to do?" Joel's laughter came from the other end of the line, clearly happy. "Is that so? Don't you like having a handsome husband who is a billionaire and spends money every day? There are a lot of girls out there who want to marry me."