Helluva Boss Age Rating Novels & Stories

beaming, she kissed him on the cheek. "You are just a gem waiting to be discovered, Gina," The Boss said. He reached behind with one arm and patted her shoulder—part out of fondness, part to stop her from kissing him again. He had this sudden fear that if she kissed him again, she would do so while mistaking him as her … 'dad'.

But Sir always knew when I lied. My boss, I typed. I don't know why. I can't stop thinking about him. Long pause. Then: Interesting. Tell me about him. What does he look like? Dark hair. Dark eyes. Sharp features. He's tall. Commanding. Cold, usually, but sometimes he looks at me like— Like what? Like he's seeing something underneath. Something I keep hidden. And does that excite you? The idea that he might see the real you? Yes.

All of them followed what boss said, including old— I mean an adult, I can't tell if he's adult though, he looks younger than me but they said that he's in his twenty's, perks of having a baby face I guess. "So, what do you want to talk about? Please don't tell me your going to send me into a bar and I'll pretend to be a bartender again, and may I remind you that last didn't go well, the drinks I made tastes disgusting, disgusting like Roberto when he's eating," I rant. Boss looks at me and he just laughed. "Slow down kid, the last time went pretty well." "So you're going to send me into a bar again? And I'm going to lie about my age again? Lucky for us, my height is not average as a fiftee

The only thing that might confirm his age were his eyes. “He has a terrifying gaze, but it’s like he’s seen so much…” I leaned back, resting my hands on the mattress and looking up. “At thirty-five, he’s the Boss… but he’s been in that position for a long time.” Numerous questions arose in my mind, but one nagged at me, circling insistently and occupying my thoughts. “Could he have hidden family somewhere? That would explain having multiple houses, as Maurice mentioned, but… This jerk keeps kissing me.” I touched my still-sore neck with my fingertips. “If that’s the case, he’s even worse than I imagined.”

She growled loudly as she felt like something inside her wanted to explode. “Wait for me—ahh! Lara.... fuck! "Her boss moaned, which made her more horny. "Ahh! Ahhh!” She growled. Lara stops herself from reaching the climax immediately. "Shit! You're fucking tight!! I'm cumming!” her boss grumbled. "Oh! Ohhh! I can't take it anymore, ohh! MAX!!!” She growled loudly as hot juices erupted from her core. After that, Maximo also filled her womb with its juices.

Was she an Omega? I sniffed the air again, but all I got was wolf. And rogue. So she wasn’t abused in that way. Which had me sighing in relief. She looked way too young to be involved in anything like that. Not that there was a “proper” age for that shit, but I was glad that she’d escaped her tormentors before it had gone that far. I couldn’t really place her age just by looking at her, but I would estimate somewhere between 18 and 20...

His thumb caressed her delicate hand as he tried to figure out where to start. “Like you, I'm immortal. Hellhounds don't age like werewolves. We are young for a long time. A 20-year-old werewolf is an adult and ready to become an Alpha of his pack, but a 20-year-old hellhound is equivalent to a 10-year-old. We're small, and our brain isn't fully developed yet, just like a 10-year-old here. That's how old I was when I was kicked out of hell.

Certainly not this kind of raw, unguarded observation from a twenty-five-year-old. “You don’t know me,” she said quietly. “I want to.” No hesitation. No games. She felt heat climb her throat. “That’s… not appropriate.” “Isn’t it?” He took another step closer. Now only the width of the desk separated them. “You’re not my employee. You report to my mother. I have no authority over you. And I’m not your boss. So tell me—what exactly would be inappropriate about me wanting to know you?” “Everything,” she whispered.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

” “Yes. You fool!” Raffa is annoyed. “I'm not stupid!” “Shut up and listen carefully, bad boy,” said Pevita. “Bad boy?!” “Why? Any problem?” Raffa sneered. “It's rude to call your boss a bad boy and make fun of me stupid.” Pevita doesn't care what Raffa says. “Now, take this money. The Director goes to the highway and you can wait for a taxi and if a taxi comes by. You can put a stop sign. Okay.” Pevita explains details.