It's Called A Hustle Sweetheart Novels & Stories

Hestia started explaining and I am listening carefully, while enjoying my dark chocolate flavor of milk tea. "Then?" I asked again and wiped the side of my lips after I took a cupcake that was on the table. "I'm thinking to invite you to join in Jen's organization. Let's join together. It's called LUSTFUL FANTASY." Hestia was still smiling as she explained to me, her eyebrows raised. Trying to convince me, he's trying to convince me like a drug dealer now. "Lustful Fantasy? Hmm.. sounds interesting huh? What can I get out of it?" I raised my eyebrows and drank again, damn. It's like I'm starving to death on my peg right now. Because I didn't eat when I came from the Island.

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

the other adds. I give them both a quick once-over before returning my attention to my drink. They aren't twins, but they look similar and most likely went out of their way to find matching outfits for tonight. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" " I inquire. "No," says the person who introduced herself as Honey. "Those are our given names." "Our industry names," Sugar says. "You know... it's what we're known for." "And to which industry are you referring?" I inquire.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

She blows off the dust once more then reads the message written; I got something that you need, A little thanks, a little heed, Enough to savour your greed, Cause its flavour is honeyed, And oh, you love what’s sweet. Tell you what, honey, Password is a word on the street, My name to be precise. Turn me over, And oh, you’ll get what you desire. She inhales, a rush of euphoria races within her veins. She does not realise she is in a trance, a zone, where nothing matters than that one need that gawks and mocks you for not having it. She turns over the little card, blows off the dust coating it, revealing the name, Dustin,an address and her very own need, desire, beneath the address.

For your engagement, your success and your birthday. Cassie: Thank you. Thank you and thank you Scott. How are you? Scott: Well I'm alive. Cassie: I feel sorry for you. Scott: Thanks. Iris: Hey..... Chris: There is the star lady. Cassie: Somebody's looking hot. Chris: Says the lady who has brighten up the night. I blushed and looked away. Chris: Ha ha.... You're blushing Candy. Iris: Why do you call her Candy?

Joseph, too, noticed the situation, and his icy gaze swept over Nathan, resembling a chilling blade. Nathan trembled, causing the smile on his face to instantly vanish. He forcefully snatched the high heels from the woman's hand and shouted coldly, "Are you deaf?! Can't you understand what I just said?!" The woman froze, tears streaming down her cheeks, but her stubbornness remained. "Nate, how could you say such things to me... I'm your favorite little sweetheart." "Get lost, get lost! Don't bother me." Little sweetheart? He referred to any attractive girl as his little sweetheart.

Why was he putting up this front? Despite making sarcastic quips in her heart, she still had to comfort him. “It’s normal. It’s just a term of endearment. I call my other artists ‘sweetheart’ too. They’re all working for me, and this is a way for us to get closer to each other.” “You call other people your sweetheart too?” Ruth fell silent. For the first time, she saw the aloof, self-controlled, elegant, and calm man’s expression crack.

Tristan explains "Okay then what was that shit with slutty Stacy hmmm?" "Sweetheart I messed with her at a party 6 months ago and she won't leave me alone. I don't want her fake ass. My brothers and I want you. These bitches ain't got nothing on you."

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.