Beelzebub From Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

“Tell her she's the side chick, not me.” James seemed to be stuck between us. He couldn't form words as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “What is going on here?” came a familiar voice as the three of us turned in the direction of the voice. It was Zaylen, our boss.

"Good. Very good." He pressed a button on his desk. "Send in Bella," he said into the speaker. My heart started racing. The same woman from yesterday was going to come get me. The same woman who had dragged me away from my family. "Actually, Dad," John said quickly, "I came here to talk about that." Big Jim's expression changed. The pleased look disappeared, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. His jaw tightened, and I could see a muscle twitching in his cheek. "What about it?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.

“No. I’m the only leverage he has. Ninety percent sure he won’t follow through. I can hold out a little while longer.” Dad chuckles. “That’s my girl. I’ll come get you as soon as possible. Reinforcements are on the way. Your aunts and uncles are all here to help. This will be over soon.” “I love you, Dad.” “I love you, too, Zandra. Be brave.” “Always.” Sensing the call must have ended, the Boss takes his phone back and immediately snaps it in two. The bits and pieces crumble in his large palms, a few plastic shards falling to the floor.

He turned towards me while looking me from head to toe. "F***! F***!" he cursed under his breath. What happened to him? ************************************ How is it ?

Casually, she crossed her arms, looking me up and down. “Looks like Cass will have to call someone to get rid of the rats; they’re getting bold, sneaking into the rooms.” She smiled, her red lips standing out against her fair skin. “If you’re looking for the Boss, he had to leave with Mr. Clark,” I said, positioning myself as a barrier so Rebeca couldn’t enter the room. The noble young lady’s smile quickly vanished, turning into an expression of disgust and anger. I stood firm, holding her gaze. We were the same height, so I didn’t let Rebeca intimidate me, keeping my head high as she grew increasingly irritated at failing to belittle me.

“You did that on purpose!” “Did I? Sorry. I was busy trying to keep the menaces away.” “I hope that you are not thinking that I am one of them.” Leviathan did not answer, which most likely answers Belphegor’s question. Beelzebub goes and guides us, going past the hoard of zombies and coming to the casino and then straight to the bar area. The place was dark and even though I have night vision, I still prefer to have light just because being in a real-life zombie situation is making me feel a little nervous.

Certain. His hand cupped the back of her neck, anchoring her in place like he didn't trust the world to let her go gently. They broke apart only when Elizabeta cleared her throat behind them. "I need juice," she announced flatly, holding up an empty box like an eviction notice. Amelia laughed against his chest. "You handle that," he murmured. "I've barely survived lunch." "Pakhan of the glitter cartel," she teased, pulling away. He caught her wrist gently. Didn't pull her back.

He wasn't sure, but since Lorenzo had told him to keep tabs on Ava and everything about her, he decided it was only right for his boss to know the current news. " Mr. Brown," He called Lorenzo and passed him his big phone. " What?" Lorenzo replied indifferently and lazily as he continued staring at the cool city view. " You need to see this." The assistant said with a slightly shaky voice, and he stepped forward. Instantly, Lorenzo's head snapped to the assistant, and even Hudson stood up. Seeing what was on the phone screen, Lorenzo clenched his jaws, and the office temperature immediately dropped. * Snap* The pen in his hand broke forcefully into two, and his gaze turned chilly. His black

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

On the sixtieth floor, the gazes of the Angel of Fire and the Lord of Chaos crossed; for an instant, the line separating obsession from hatred seemed to vanish. The office had transformed into a silent battlefield. Uriel, inhabiting Carter's body, felt a pang of human nausea. It wasn't fear, but the collision between his celestial instincts and the persistent echoes of the assistant’s cellular memory. "Let go of me, parasite!" Uriel demanded, though his fingers did not immediately respond. Astaroth, leaning against the desk, closed his eyes for a brief moment. An amber flash lit his gaze and, suddenly, a cruel smile spread across his face. That smile transformed Dorian’s expression. The demo