Growing up with a silver spoon was only a dream for six-year-old Erik after his parents are thrown into jail for their devilish activities. With his mom murdering her best friend and his dad's itch for becoming the next drug lord, it was all bound to happen one day, but that one day changed young Erik's life forever. Having to basically take care of his little sister, growing up wasn't easy. Now twenty-four and rough around the edges, it's no surprise that Erik has his hand in the game. As always, the fast, easy dirty money is too hard to turn down and with having two hard headed parents, it all comes naturally to him. He's a Natural Born Hustler and the games has just begun.

After cheating death two times at a young age, guns has never been a scare to me. My mother and father were both hustlers trying to keep. me away from the streets, but when they're both murdered, I had no other choice but to stray away to survive. I know they loved me and I'll give anything to hear them say it again. The name's Kaila and I guess you can say the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

After many let downs in men, Diamond has finally met the man of her dreams, Kai Mitchell, and with their daughter, life couldn't be any sweeter - but there's only one small problem; her dream man is a drug kingpin. Living a life looking over your shoulder is straining and with sudden murderous threats to her family, Diamond finds her self in the middle of a cross fire and does everything to protect her loved ones... even if it means taking a bullet for her man. Good girl gone bad, the ordeal changes her to something she thought she'd never be. But will it all be worth it in the end?

"A Hustler's Bonnie" previously changed from "A Hustler's Mistress"

I've always been known as being the only daughter of the most notorious drug dealer of the north and south, earning me the title of "A Hustler's Daughter" but when Daddy retire from the street hustle, he hands down the thrown to his most trusted right hand man. My boyfriend. I've upgraded, taking my place as Wifey, happily. Wifey to the streets has its advantages, right? But we all know being a hustler's daughter wasn't a fairy tale. Can I handle being a hustler's wife too?

"I want you so bad La'Jaih if only you knew how much" I fought the temptation removing his hands from off me, then putting my hoops in my ears. He sighed sitting on my bed, his face in the palm of his hands. I didn't even know him properly, the only time we spoke was in SECRET, when he was here at the house. So why did I feel like this? Its too sudden and just isn't right. I sat down beside him confused as ever, he looked up. Them green eyes made me smile reluctantly, my stomach flattered "Come here!" He laid back pulling me on top of him, he lifted up my dress caressing my bottom and thighs. "This is what I need La'Jaih, are you going to give me what I need?" He asked rubbing my breast, breathing deeply. "I want you, I need you and I can't help but feel this way" ~ "This relationship, affair, whatever you wish to call it is too risky, I can't do it, I can't be with you anymore Amahli. I'm sorry. Its just that I can't help but realise it's been 4months, what am I waiting for? I need to get on with my life seriously" I shouted with so much hatred, venom and poison in my tone. I wanted him to understand how much passion I felt within saying that. I wanted him to finally understand. Understand how I was feeling and that I was drained, tired and was through with the creeping around...