Helluva Boss Angel Dust Novels & Stories

“You're a guest of the boss.” “Dragovich?” I asked, the name not ringing a bell. I don't know anyone with that name. Hell, I don't even know any Russian-either closely or from a distance. That's if the name is even Russian. “Who exactly is your boss?” She smiled again. “Boss Angel. Angel Dragovich.” “Still doesn't ring a bell,” I said, more to myself than her. “Do you by any chance have a picture, or–” I stopped mid sentence, as everything suddenly fell in place like a piece of puzzle.

Ice bucket sweating. I looked at it. Wanted it. Bad. The cold burn would calm my nerves. But I shook my head. “Okay. But I want to stay alert.” She shrugged. “Suit yourself. First night. You’ll learn.” I took another drag. Smoke curled up. Watched it twist toward the ceiling lights. My mind worked fast. Angel talked about a “Boss” earlier. Vertical Boss. Whatever that meant. She knew things. And the way she threatened me. The way she touched me. She was my first suspect. Someone who heard whispers. Someone close to the money. To the drive.

She would gladly suffocate him with her pillow and let him rot in hell as well. She noticed his hands clenching and unclenching. He heaved heavily and held the both of her hands, "I want you to trust me on this. Please tell me what's going on. I'll tell no one. I promise." She withdrew her hand from his hold and raised an open palm. Anger can no longer be contained in a jar she made. She drew a slap across his cheek. The quick slap caused them to quiet down and only her heavy breathing replaced.

We return fire, taking down several enemies with precise shots. Fuck. We should’ve just used guns. They're more convenient. I’m sure the cops will show up soon, but it won't be a problem with my power and position now. I don’t give a fuck. Angel uses his dual pistols to wipe out enemies on the left while Jack lands crushing punches and kicks to the ones on the right. They are my two wings. I love them. "I'm almost in position!" Angel yells above the gunfire. "Hold on there, guys," Jack shouts as he dodges the barrage.

Adam's taunting voice followed. Hailey's eyes filled with tears as the memories overwhelmed her, the weight of her past suffering pressing heavily on her heart. "No," she murmured, retreating. Her gaze fell on a nearby vase. She picked it up and hurled it at the mirror, shouting, "No!" Her frustration erupted as she thrashed the room, screaming, "I'm not a prostitute! I will not become a prostitute! No!" "Rose, Rose!" Cassian, alerted by the noise, rushed in and tried to hold her arm. Hailey was frantic, lost in her anguish. "I'm not a prostitute," she repeated, her voice trembling with desperation.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

“But you, you are a feisty little thing, far more powerful than I ever would have expected you to be, and I can’t wait to have you all to myself.” A growl left my lips, as I tried my hardest to remain standing where I was at, all while Angelica remained calm and collected, holding the sunstone straight at him, now beaming its light straight at his chest like a bullseye. The flames from the hellhounds were now peering through the edge of the opening, and it was just a matter of a few seconds before they would be on him. As if Angelica knew this too, she broke her silence, as she says to him, “Go to hell.”

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

She gripped the glass tighter, tears suddenly stream down her eyes, she was worried, yet couldn’t move any step towards him. The moment she saw him turning his face to Pocco and ready to suck his blood, she whispered, “Please, don’t, please, Blake... I know you’re a good person, please prove to me I’m not wrong. That I’m right in choosing you over my duty as an Angel.” She knew that he was not able to hear it, but she didn’t whisper it for him to hear her beg, but it was from her mind that came out to her mouth.