La Vida Gentlemen's Novels & Stories

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

"You've lived over 50 years, Mr. Corven. Has any woman who's slept with you ever said you look like a toothpick?" Liam had weathered plenty of storms in life, so he didn't get angry. "You've got personality, Ms. Stanton. I like it. Stick with me, and I'll give you five million dollars a month. How's that?" "That's all? If you could put 50 billion on the table, I might think for a couple of seconds before refusing you." "I guess Gideon Blackwood is giving you even more." "Someone as vile and twisted as you isn't even worthy of saying Mr. Blackwood's name!" After cursing him out, Phoebe turned on her heel and left, looking steely-faced.

On a rocking chair, I rested down and sought ways to entertain myself. Earlier, the violinists were burnt out waiting for the event to start. They were asking questions that even I had no answer to. However, I told them to remain still for a few more minutes, but it was getting late, and their families would be looking for them. "Sir, we have no choice left but to leave-" I rose from my seat and charged at one of the violinists who spoke. "Shit! I said you wait! She is coming!" Then, I cornered him against the wall.

Mason Jenkins chuckled loudly as he ordered another round of dried-gin margaritas from the bartender, “You know if I knew you were going to be such a sour plum, I would’ve had you stay home.” Justin grunted in response. The loud atmosphere at the gentlemen’s club didn’t help his mood any better, but it crowded his senses enough to not think about the miserable life he was living…or Gianna. He glanced around the party, some rich oligarch from the UAE was present celebrating a birthday or something, hence the wild atmosphere and hookah bottles being passed around. Some of the women glanced his way more than once, sending him sultry glares and winks. An open invitation. They were for sure from

"Sebastian Chance, huh? Well, Mr. Chance, you sure are unlucky. Tell your family to transfer three million dollars over if they want you back." "Sir, I'm sorry for getting you involved in this. Don't worry, though. My girlfriend is really amazing and will definitely come rescue us!" Wilson said, his eyes shining with worship, as though Sylvia was his savior. My hands froze briefly, but I didn't respond to his words. Suddenly, the scar-faced man cursed before raising his phone and snapping, "Fuck! How dare she not believe me! It seems like I'll have to send her a little present." Tossing a knife to the ground before Wilson and me, he ordered, "Men, cut off all ten of his fingers and send them

Gilbert had that power over Raphael to make him tell the truth, although his position in the company was right under Raphael, but he was Raphael's right arm, Raphael trusted him. "It's about a woman, okay." Upon the confession, Gilbert was holding back his laughter in his head, as he maintained his poker face. An hour passed and Raphael ended up telling him everything. Gilbert could not relate to his friend's problem, after all, his own love life was far less complicated than what his friend was through. He was married with a son, his wife was busy taking care of their son and he was busy with work, there was no time to argue or fight over little things for them. But he tried to remain as ne

The night Justin Lane proposed to his first love, I stood on the terrace of the thirty-third floor, holding a report that diagnosed me with late-stage stomach cancer. Through the windows, I watched him kneel and slide the pink diamond ring that had once belonged to me onto another woman's finger. I endured the excruciating pain and stayed out on the terrace beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows so I wouldn't disturb their beautiful moment. Then Justin saw me. There was no panic or guilt in his eyes. There was only disgust. From the other side of the glass, he sneered and pointed toward the edge of the terrace. Then, he mouthed the words to me. "If you want to jump, then jump. Enoug

Suddenly, an elderly voice could be heard asking, "Sir, can you spare her life for the sake of my old age?" Wilbur turned his head and saw an elderly man. The elderly man was standing in the living room, he had a black suit and a top hat. There was a butler behind him, holding a rectangular box in his hands. Wilbur glanced at the box and scoffed coldly. He loosened his grip, and the crumbled bricks and dirt fell to the floor. The unseen pressure faded, and Michelle could finally catch her breath. She seemed a mess. Wilbur stood and looked downstairs. The elderly man said politely, "Mister Penn, it's inconvenient for me. May you please come down so we can talk?"

My mind keeps flipping through the night last night and I groan as I realize I spilled my emotions to Christian. ‘Yea and he helped you to bed and didn’t even try anything.’ ‘Your right he was a gentleman last night.’ ‘You will need to thank him.’ ‘Ugh of course Liberty I will say thank you.’ ‘He also said he wants us. I know you heard him.’ ‘I heard him, of course he wants us.’ ‘Now who is being full of herself.’ ‘I meant that we are still marked. It's only natural for him to want his mate.’

Go lie down. Anushka said, "I can't sleep." Ramla Sen said, 'Bah. very good Come on, let's talk with you. I will go to bed when I sleep. Anjali left without saying anything. Ramla Sen sat on the chair. He sat down and called Anushka, 'Why there, you should sit on that bed. Anushka's stomach was bursting with curiosity. He got up on the bed and said, "Who else is there at home?" Ramla Sen smiled, 'There is no one except a maid. 'You are not married?? "Huh." I did Where does your husband live? Now he is not my groom. So I stay like me. "Your? What!" Once a groom, why not a groom again? '