Beelzebub From Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

“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

He peeked his head to see if she was alright. "I hate you, stupid face asshole. I hope you catch an STD and die." She hissed and tossed a pillow at him. "What would your fans think if they saw their number one idol, swearing like an old trucker." Sochun stepped back into the apartment and shut the door behind him.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

I was dragged along like a ragdoll, the back of my head thudding dully against the cement floor with every step. "You're lucky. The boss is here today as well. The princess is out having fun and hasn't returned yet, so both Mr. Whitethorn and the boss are pissed off. Stay sharp later. Don't fucking drag me down with you!" The boss… Joshua, my brother… The person who knew me best in the world definitely wouldn't fail to recognize me! I could hear my heart pounding like a drum. The moment I was dragged into the room, I used the last of my strength to break free of their grip and lunged toward the blurry source of light.

Then, it vanished quickly. “I never thought I was caught off guard there. That was a good one, kid. But no matter what you do, you can’t stop me. Nothing can stop me. I am invincible,” Beelzebub proudly uttered. Did he just absorb the effect of Lotus’ Mind Magic, too?