Beelzebub From Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

he said and brought out the dagger. He thrust it towards Beelzebub who caught the handle smoothly. "He's going to send even worse than me and I promise to take her soul away when he gives the mission of killing her." Beelzebub said as he tried to push Adolphus to show his true self. The dagger went into his chest and burst out in flames. Beelzebub laughed and pulled out the dagger, "he knew you would react like this, so he changed my outer appearance."

BEELZEBUB : I see you have not lost any of your strength and speed after all these years brother, you are still as agile as ever RAPHAEL : Do not try to flatter me, you could never measure up to me even when you were still serving the father do you think you have a chance now all because you carry the profane title of demon prince amongst your fellow despondent folks BEELZEBUB : You make too much of yourself, brother RAPHAEL : I’ll say this once, don’t call me brother again, no brother of mine would do what you have done so don’t you dare call me brother again BEELZEBUB : Tch, It is true that you always had the upper hand slightly while we were both in servitude of the Father but that is not

“I AM NOT FOR DINNER!” The demon pushed his hands into the air. “Hey, hey, little bird. Calm your engine. I'm just asking for posterity's sake. The name's Aym.” He tipped his fedora at me, then snapped his fingers, summoning a ball of yellow flame. “Connoisseur of fine cigars and grand arsonist of Hell.” He blew on the flame, revealing a fat cigar. He puffed it listlessly. Beelzebub sneered. “And now what? We grovel before the fleshbag?”

Angel said in a drunken accent. "Are you jealous?" “Shit, no.” Angel downed her bourbon and slammed her glass down hard on the table. Her glass was refilled by the bartender before she could ask for it. "Why would I be jealous of my boss?" "I don’t know. But you look annoyed. You were drinking and deliberately letting yourself get drunk.” “I'm not drunk. Look, I'm fine.” Angel patted his cheek, while her heavy eyelids struggled to open. She would be lying if she said she wasn't drunk. In fact, she was starting to lose focus on looking at Sebastian's face. And the floor beneath her feet seemed to shake.

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

And this was how he repaid my faith? “Where is he now?” I demanded. “We’ve got him in an old casino. He’s unaware we know yet.” “Good.” My tone was low. Calm. Lethal. “Keep it that way. I want him alert. I want him conscious. And I want him terrified.” “Yes, Boss.” I ended the call. The hallway felt chillier now. He had looked me in the eye just two days ago, he had shaken my hand yet, all the while, he’d been giving intel to the same monster who killed my brother.

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

The smoke made my eyes water. "Sit," he said, pointing to a chair across from him. I sat on the edge of the seat, ready to run even though I knew there was nowhere to go. "Welcome to Paradise," Big Jim said with that horrible smile. "This is where you'll be working off your daddy's debt." Before I could respond, the door opened and a woman walked in. She was tall and thin, with bleached blonde hair piled high on her head. Her dress was so tight I wondered how she could breathe. She was chewing gum loudly, popping bubbles between her teeth.