Helluva Boss Angel Dust Novels & Stories

I close my eyes and I try to relax a bit but that’s when I hear someone knocking on the door. “Come in” - I say moving my feet from the desk “Boss” - I hear Angelica say “What do you want?” - I ask Angelica walks in moving her ass as she walks to me. “We have some problems with the drug dealers” - she says “What have they done now?” “One of them passed to work for the cartel” - she says “Get him in here” - I tell her “All done boss, he’s in the cell” - she says walking to me and running her finger through my chest.

one of the gangsters muttered and smiled widely. "Just, find out more information about her and tell me the feedback, I am going to think of the punishment I am going to give her foster parent for letting her out of their sight after I paid them that huge sum of money to protect my little angel,” the boss mumbled as he puffs out more smoke from his nostril. "The sedative really works on her boss,". "Yes it is too much work, it is a rare drug, I….”.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

“On your back. Legs wide. Show me that bred pussy.” Angel obeyed, spreading herself obscenely, cum from earlier still leaking. “Look what you did to me. I’m ruined for anyone else.” Seven dropped between her thighs, licking her messy folds like a starving wolf. “Taste so fucking good mixed with my seed.” His tongue fucked into her, then sucked hard on her clit. Angel screamed, fingers fisting his hair, hips grinding against his face. “Seven… oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” She shattered on his tongue, thighs clamping his head.

I coughed, looking around. I had woken up in what looked like a torture dungeon, shackles and weapons being the theme of the room. I wasn't alone in the room. He was here with me. He seemed taller than I remember. His hair covered his face, hiding the true magnitude of the rage in his expression. The dark twisted look in his eyes promised nothing short of pain. His fist tightened so that I could see the threat of his well-built muscles coiling in his body.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

I suddenly felt a gentle squeeze in my hand as Keir whispered in his magnetic voice, “I am sorry. I didn’t know about your mom or I wouldn’t have asked about it.” Smiling at him, I only managed to mumble feebly, “It is alright.” Suddenly, noticing some green sparkling powder, I asked curiously, “What is that? It looks beautiful.” “That is Addicto, a rare and poisonous drug. Don’t even look at that,” Keir warned instantly, pulling me closer. He added irritatedly, “Damn! That stall is overcrowded. I don’t understand why everyone is paying to buy death.” While giggling, I pointed at another stall, “What about visiting that stall? It is called ‘Angel’s den’. Do you wanna meet some angels?”

"Hide me. My identity, my presence… so that the Gambinos won't ever know I'm here!" "Deal!" Having come to an agreement, Don Solon promptly gave orders to produce the ghost alloy, which made huge waves in the market during launch and swiftly took over. As a result, even the Gambinos' old partners were switching to do business with the Solons, leaving the Gambinos' business in the dumps. Luca, who was made aware, read through the data as his own researchers showed him a blueprint on ghost alloy. As he read through the concept, he paused as he noticed it was very similar to something I had drafted in the past.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

Combat breathing comes in handy during many different scenarios, and I use what I know. The music changes and becomes more urgent, but the rhythm snaps me out of an all-consuming need to fuck Angel. I glance in Raul's direction and push off the web with my good leg. Raul adjusts the tension of the rope and my feet land softly on the mat. I turn and Monroe hands me a small round plastic ampule filled with rubbing alcohol and a twelve-inch wooden torch with a flame burning at the top. I step toward Angel and take hold of the chain between her breasts, giving a steady tug until her nipples extend. Her moan sounds loudly for the crowd. I squeeze the ampule and alcohol lands across her stomach in