The Hustler Novels & Stories

I'd been a deer caught in head lites when he turn around and caught me staring. I actually fucking blushed, me, can you believe it. Well long story short we exchanged numbers and have called and text every day since then, it turns out he's part of the Huston team for the Yakuza. Thankfully not an enemy but an allie. "Your the only person I know who has that take ass hair and wears black lipstick like she sucked off a muffler" I cackle and his audacity. "Fuck you Sean" "Honey you wouldn't know what to do with me" he says swaying his hips.

The rain lashed against the windows in dark, sideways sheets, distorting the city lights into blurry streaks of yellow and white. He held a heavy crystal glass in his right hand. He took a slow, deliberate swallow of the expensive scotch, letting the dark amber liquid burn its way down the back of his throat. He did not care that she was gone. That was the fact he had been repeating to himself since Sunday afternoon. He was Xavier Sterling. He commanded a multi-billion dollar financial empire. He crushed rival hedge funds before breakfast, and he absolutely did not chase women. If a woman walked away, she was forgotten and replaced by noon the following day. That was the rule. He bought what

His jet-black hair was slicked back, and he spoke with a thick Mexican accent. “My name is Viper, and you’ve met my assistant, Crush,” he said in a velvety smooth tone, motioning toward Mexican Hulk, which I was now fully convinced was a far better club name. “Charmed, I’m fuckin’ sure,” I said. “I wanted to welcome you both to my nightclub. It’s a bit of a…work in progress, but I have big plans for the place.” “Nightclub?” I asked. “Last time I was here, this place was a pool hall… for bikers.”

“She actually reminds me of you.” Sasha scoffed. “And that amused the hell out of you?” “Yeah. You know I’m someone who isn’t impressed so easily.” He leaned back in his chair, resting an elbow on the armrest. “Besides, you have to admit, she’s interesting. Aspiring actress. Rising content creator. A waitress—” “You forgot to mention she also works as an escort,” Sasha cut in, flipping a page in the file. “And look, she’s a regular of Mr. Xi Lee. Wasn’t he the Chinese business tycoon who invested in your casino two years ago?”

“What?” “You see what’s blowing up on T*****r?” His voice was too loud in the close space of the car, too casual for what was twisting in my stomach. “Missed it,” I lied, my tone flat as stone. He laughed, a sharp bark that grated down my nerves. “Sex tape. Some woman screwing Logan goddamn King at that party last week. Video’s everywhere.” I pressed my fingers to the side of my thigh until they went numb. “Man,” he went on, oblivious, “she’s got a body, though. Flexible as hell, and she can ride. I’m telling you, some girls were born for p**n.”

They were also filthy rich and were amongst the top 10 list of most eligible, rich and youngest bachelor in town. Every lady craved them and constantly threw themselves at their feets. I wondered why, until, I caught Killian, during the company's 10th year anniversary party in the restroom, using just his finger to make Brittany, a fellow worker cum like crazy. Her legs were literally shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as his fingers pumped into her hard. Afterwards, he made her kneel and suck his cock. Killian fucked her throat hard, gripping her neck tightly till she couldn't breathe and was coughing badly.

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

My husband just stripped me of my innocence. Song for the moment; Love Me insane by Avril Lavigne

Luke stormed to Deck 17 to meet his grandpa, Benson Sylvester. Yes, he was the one and only Lucien Sylvester, the most notorious man in the city. His bad reputation had earned him the nickname of a devil. As such, all the bi*ches flocked to him like bees to honey. But he didn’t need them at the ripe age of thirty-two. He needed a genuine woman, a woman who could handle his children and his reputation. He needed someone selfless who wouldn’t choose him for his wealth.

“Tasha cheated, but that’s okay. We were good out there, weren’t we?” I hesitated, glancing from Hustle’s eager face to Tasha’s smug grin. I didn’t want to admit that I’d been too baffled by everything to actually pay attention to their match. Instead, I mustered a small, encouraging smile and nodded. “You two put on quite the show.” Hustle’s grin widened, and she gave me a friendly nudge. "Stick around, and you’ll get the hang of it all. The rules, the fights, the stakes—it’s a thrill, I promise.”