Blitzo Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

Cole replies him and I smirk, Just wait for me Blaze, just a little longer and I would have you get so attached to me you might as well be addicted. * |•BLISS•| I'm in the dark basement again, the stench of rotten food filling the air making it difficult for me to breathe. My breath comes out in gasps and I stay huddled to a side, I am suffocating. Suddenly I see her standing before me, her hands stretching towards me — my mother. Still gasping I reach out to hold her but it seems she is so far away that no matter how much I try to hold, my hands don't get any inch closer and then the roof is falling, coming right at me.. I am going to die. My mouth opens and a piercing scream leaves my mout

The impact cracked through the air like thunder. His shell split open under the force of both Hellblades. Cancer’s smug grin vanished. His scream echoed through the arena before his body shattered, breaking into obsidian dust that scattered into the dark water.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

He watched me eat him up with his eyes as he tossed his head back to take another sip of his whiskey,his eyes peeking at me from under long luscious lashes. I was enamoured by his eyes. I've never seen eyes like his in my life .Under the bar's strobe lights ,his eyes glinted with an icy gray and warm golden colour.The red motes in the iris's of his eyes sparkles. I watched him undress me with his eyes . My nerve endings began to tingle. He whispered to a heavily built man whose body language screamed "security detail " . In seconds,the heavily built made for me . "The boss wants to see you "

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

"Ucciderò questo bastardo, mi senti!" Blaze raged through his phone, he's actually yelling in his foreign language to the person. (I will kill this bastard, you hear me!) Mia felt bad for the person on the phone with him, he must be Italian she knew a couple of words since she's French. "Non me ne frega un cazzo, trova un modo!" He ordered and slammed his phone on the wall making his mate whimpered. (I don't give a fuck, find a way!)

She recognizes this familiar voice. Blaze!!! ***

I'm experiencing indescribable pain, my body aching, my soul crying out at the injustice of it all. I keep my head bowed and my eyes closed tightly, listening to the echoes of his clothes being adjusted and his belt being secured. Not even in my worst nightmares could I have imagined that he would assault me in this way. He crouches down beside me and runs his hands through my hair. The contrast between his tender touch and the brutality of what he just did makes me want to stab him to death. This is classic Blaze, the ability to switch between violence and affection in a heartbeat, keeping his victims constantly off-balance.