Playboy Sisters Novels & Stories

"Jacob likes to have a bit of fun, that's all. And now you want to ruin him for good? You're so vicious!" In a rage, Josephine immediately started posting all the disgusting photos she had just taken of my sister's body. "You made me do this!" Like a madman, I lunged forward to snatch the phone from her, but the other men knocked me to the ground and stomped on the wrist holding it. "You did this to Jacob first. You can't blame me for being so cruel!" I grabbed Josephine's leg tightly.

His three other friends sighed at him. Among them, the top notched playboy is Atty. Paolo; he has three or more girlfriends. He has different girls per day. He said, it is like a menu, he just needs to pick his choice to be his meal for the day. The second-in-line branded playboy of course is Atty. Garette; the one who prided himself on not having s*x twice with the same woman. His principle actually is “Never lose a case and never bed a woman twice.” Until today, Atty. Garette could still say so, that he never bedded a woman twice. In the coming days, however, Atty. Garette is not sure anymore and that man-made waterfall was his first witness.

“Don’t you know how fast he’s changing women?! He’s been bringing different women to events and he has different women in clubs!” “Ugh! I can’t believe my idol’s boss is such a playboy! It’s a good thing they’re gentlemen, else there are dating scandals left and right!” “But, Leila, believe me. He’s the worst!” “Even though he’s the best friend of our brother-in-law, he’s not trustworthy.”

My mother reached over and squeezed my hand, a silent gesture of support and acceptance. “You can’t possibly love my sister for goodness sake you are a national playboy and even in the ball you couldn’t keep your eyes on Naomi, the internet mocked you again after the ball for not being loyal to your fiancé,” Salie said unaware of what her words had just caused, she had just made my mother's thoughts change overnight.

"Alpha-hunting while pregnant - disgusting." One guard leered at Derek. "Want me to handle this situation? Ensure she never appears before you again." A sleazy middle-aged man stepped forward. "There are underground clinics for... problems like hers. If you don't want her, I could use some entertainment." Derek suddenly exploded in anger, though his fury seemed directed at the crude suggestions rather than defense of me. Emma seized the moment, offering fake sympathy. "Poor thing. Why don't you work as my maid for three thousand dollars monthly instead of seducing Alphas everywhere?"

******** Damn this feelings.... Crystal thought as she got ready for work. A few weeks had gone since Michael asked her to lunch. She found herself thinking about him more than normal. Even though she wanted to be really close to him, she resolved to do the opposite. She didn't want to go through the heartbreak that was bound to happen if they entered a relationship. Like they say 'once a player; always a player. She arrived the office about ten minutes late and quickly got on with the days activities. Soon Kelly popped in

He will do whatever he wants. And yeah, they call him playboy for hurting the girl's feelings who he bedded. But it's not his fault if they left crying and broken-hearted. He did not ask for it, girls do. They just expect afters. They are the ones who hurt themselves. And most of the time, they call him fuckboy. Yeah, that is the exact term for him. He just fuck, he is just interested with their pussies, not their heart. His phone rang after a minute. He answered it while zipping his pants with his other hand.

Couldn't they have made a minimal effort to find a recent picture, perhaps from my I*******m? Shifting my attention back to the yacht party, I let the magazine slide onto the sun-kissed teak, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses a welcome distraction from my initial annoyance. “Thomas" a sultry voice purred and a female hand grazed my chest, which I quickly removed breaking the brief contact “Cindy" I replied, my gaze meeting a pair of emerald green eyes that shone like a siren's call. Lucinda Wynter, infamous for her high-stakes affairs with America's business mogul and A-list celebrities. I had succumbed to her charms once before, and she rode me until my dick became sore and limp. T

Something bloomed. He still teased. I still blushed. But now, the world called him Dr. Rathore. I just called him mine. And that was the end of our story. The end of Playboy vs LoveGuru. I am glad that I sought help from the love guru to make the playboy fall for me.

Of all guys out there, my heart decides to chose a playboy, and not just any playboy, it's the same playboy I made a deal not to fall in love with. Fuck, no.