Helluva Boss Angel Dust Novels & Stories

“Boss….oh sorry!” “It’s okay Frank, what is it?” She ran a hand over her face, probably trying to stop the redness, but it wasn’t helping. “We have a problem.” Angel walked to the window and looked over her club, quickly spotting the problem. A drug deal was going down, and by the attire the two boys were in, these weren’t her men. Damian watched her eyes as the golden hue of a lover changed to an almost light brown of anger, the boss coming out.

The reality was, I had a mountain of paperwork to get through, all due by the end of the day. As I typed away at my computer, Angel returned from our boss's office, looking troubled. "Cassie, I’m warning you today: don’t go near that office. The devil has risen from his bed of roses," she said, her tone almost dramatic. I chuckled, "What the hell are you talking about?" "Yeah, ‘the hell’ is right," she replied, nodding. "Our boss looks absolutely furious. I’ve seen him angry before, but this is something else. If he’s this worked up, Claybourne might as well be engulfed in chaos."

Alec asked again "Angel has a job with us" Rusty stated. "A job?" Angel questioned. She did not want to sell any drugs for him. "Yes, you will entertain my male employees after a long day of hard work." Rusty said walking away. "I don't understand" Angel said. Rusty looked at her and smiled. "Every night one of my men will come to your room and spend two hours with you, what they chose to do with you in the mean time is completely up to them" His smile tuned into an evil smirk.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I'm pretty sure that the people on this floor can hear her moans. "Fuuck....fuck daddy Imma come so hard.... don't stop... pleeeease make me cum daddy" Angel starts moaning making me fuck her even harder, making me feel myself getting closer to cumming too. "Fuuuck!!!" Angel screams as she cums, making me shoot my load into her, filling that tight pussy as we come from our high. "Fuck mamas, you the best you know that?" I say as I help her stand and fix her up after pulling up my pants.

They followed. All hell broke loose. ___________ Dinara Fuck! Almost there. She heard an explosion and she looked from the backseat window. Beau. The timing was just right. From above, she could hear helicopters. "Beau, who is coming?" She asked through the comms. "The club, sis." "Angel, what are you doing here?" Shit! Now he knows. "Angel?" He growled impatiently. Bullets were flying around him and he was thinking of her. She rolled her eyes.

You thought being miles away from me, was far enough, but here I am. Angel tried to fight him off but he was stronger than her, "You belong to me. Always and forever and you know that. I'm the only one you will ever belong to, now and always." His breath smelled of whiskey and his favorite minty candy which he loved to eat after smoking his tobacco. "I know what is on your mind, I can read your mind anytime, anywhere. Pray and hope all you wish but I will never die. I'm immortal." He said laughing hysterically.

My lips curled anyway. Especially after last night… “I have something for you.” That voice. Jesus. I was becoming addicted to that voice. I'd been curled beside Angel in our private lounge when he disappeared briefly and returned holding a velvet box. My brows lifted. “What?” He sat beside me. “I said I have something for you.” “For me?” “No. The bartender.” I smacked his arm. He laughed. “You're such an asshole.” “Open it, kitten.” I took the box. “Angel, you didn't have to get me anything.”

Azrael mumbled under his breath. "At the end of the great bargain between a fiend and virtuous, Shackles shall fall on the fiery land of preposterous. The sin will spellbind her folks for liberating a helpless energy. The entrance shall welcome the people of blasphemy." After she uttered the unfinished prophecy, the angel turned into a golden dust as if mentioning even a single word from it is forbidden. "MARA, I'M starting to get a connection from Eternal," Damien happily said while they were strolling in the town.