Fizzarolli Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

she hissed. "Selene!" Tom yelled, his panicked voice bouncing off the walls. "You're still worried about her!" Fonda screamed, her hand trembling. Great. That only made things worse. I clenched my teeth, anger simmering just under the surface. Timing it right, I shoved off with both feet, sending the chair skidding backward, away from her. It didn't tip over. Good. I still had a shot. As Fonda turned to regain control, I kicked her knee hard. She stumbled back with a cry, and I crashed to the ground, the chair landing awkwardly beneath me.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

Bianca shuddered, goosebumps trailing her arms. "Your boss is a bully, everyone knows that, but he's also extremely cute you know". Bianca barfed dramatically, causing the others to laugh. "The ultimate bully is my boss tho. Len the beast" "You've been calling him by his name all night". "Because he's a jerk who does not deserve my respect out of the office. Such an awful jerk, ugh". "Don't stress your head girl, we got ourselves into this, let's just hope they change for the better."

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!!!!

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.”

I slash him. “...Arrgh.” He grunts, red bubbling across his chest. “You psycho." You’re not pushing me away. You love it. You enjoy pain, right? “P-Peach.” Arden clutches the sheets as I lick the trail on his chest. “Suck me already.” He tastes so badly good. My shit head boss. I slash his arm. Not severe, but deep enough to mark him. He’ll remember this night when he grovels at my feet, begging for mercy, where there’s none.

I cannot tell how I managed to get to get back to the table, but I find my fists pressing barbarously on the hard wood. Boss? He is the new boss. Somebody,, please wake me up from this horrible dream. What kind of games can fate be playing with me right now, huh? And why? Didn’t he put me through enough pain and humiliation that he had to pop into my life again at this delicate moment and hold my fate? “Are you okay?” His face ignites fire in every part of my body.

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

Suddenly there was a big commotion in the hallway and I looked up to see what it was about. Suddenly, 20 men came in wearing tuxes carrying large bouquets of flowers. Each bouquet was the same. Pink roses and white lillies. They all formed a line surrounding my desk. I looked at them in confusion when they parted just enough for another man to step through. My boss. My Atlas. He had a single branch in his hands and placed it on my desk. A branch of cherry blossoms. Then suddenly, all the men started singing Happy Birthday. And soon everyone in the office joined in too. Atlas moved to stand behind me after the song was over and he bent down and kissed me on the cheek “Happy Birthday Calliope”

"Mmmph… New Era Opening Content! The taste… is astral! The aroma… divine! THIS… THIS HAS TO GO VIRAL IN EVERY DIMENSION!" ZF-BOSS roared, his glowing red eyes widening until they nearly popped out of his skull. He leaped from his chair, his bloated body trembling violently, the dented freezer on his back clattering discordantly. His new Upgrade Camera (Shockproof & Anti-Cringe) emitted a bright blue light, recording every detail of the bowl of Indomie in front of him with a hysteria Bima had never witnessed before.