Helluva Boss Books Novels & Stories

the demon whispered, his voice promising both glory and the Fall in a single breath. Uriel didn't answer. He didn’t need to. His body—traitorous and thirsty—answered for him. A low, urgent moan escaped his throat as his hips, with a will of their own, pressed downward, seeking more of that friction, more of the heat that was consuming him.

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

He had rehearsed his words countless times, but now that the moment was here, he wanted everything to feel natural and genuine. After a lull in their conversation, Elliot reached for the book and handed it to Elena. “I found this the other day and thought you might like it,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. Elena’s eyes widened with delight as she recognized the title. “This is one of my favorites! How did you know?” “You mentioned it once,” Elliot replied, watching as she opened the book. As her eyes skimmed the note he had written inside, her expression shifted from curiosity to astonishment. She looked up at him, her lips parting in surprise.

“Don’t boss me around! We’re both lawyers!” “That’s not what your contract says, does it? Be ready at eight. That’s final.” If he keeps barking orders at me, I swear I’ll throttle him. Or claw his face off. Then again, he might sue me. Better just curse at him—but in a way that won’t get me into legal trouble. I wanted to yell Go to hell! but I held it in. He probably already knows his final destination. No need to rub it in. “You orangutan!”

He didn't bother looking at her as he spoke, neither did he acknowledge the employees who greeted him, nor the clients who made passes at him. "Yes sir." Ginger, the personal assistant replied, closing the note pad and hurrying off to execute his command. *** If Ginger thought that her boss, Ricky made his employees overwork, she had to admit the CEO of Raymond corporation made labourers of their workers. T first thing they noticed about the corporation as soon as they stepped into the lift was the security level. Ricky himself had to admit his corporation had no such security, which was higher than level one. The manner at which the employees walked around with focus led him left a deep im

Also Read my other books here: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) Conuering the Bad Boy (Teen Romance) The Ugly One (Romantic Comedy) Stalking Aaron (Contemporary Romance and the sequel of The Ugly One) Excuse Me, I Quit! (Teen Romance)

She changed the topic as they approached some of her clients. Did she mean I was just a fling and all of this was just to satisfy her? He thought to himself. "I'll bet you could get someone rich enough to go talk to your clients. I don't want to know whom you would introduce me to," Noah said, walking out on her. Why is he so clingy and hot-headed? He's beginning to sound like Zed. She thought to herself as one of her clients approached her. “Are you sure you need to do this? Could I accompany you?" Val asked her boss.

Gave the overlooked ones a real shot. Promotions. Raises. I broke rules to make it happen. Two years later, the company's value tripled. Industry leader. And yesterday? These same people were lined up outside my office, sucking up. Now? Not a single one spoke. Seeing them hesitate, he shoved Clara aside. "What are you scared of? I'm Lombardo Corp's CEO now—the real Lombardo heir," Philip said. He jabbed a finger at me. "And him? A fake. Exposing him's doing everyone a favor. Got a problem with that?"

Even saying the words made Eleanor’s stomach turn. “You will be. Trust me.” The sound of water running, the click of the stove igniting. “My famous hangover cure. Spicy pepper noodles. It’ll hurt going down, but you’ll feel human again in twenty minutes.” Eleanor closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch. Fragments of last night were starting to come back. The club. The drinks. The blue pill. Those guys trying to pull her somewhere dark. And then Oh god. Brody.

This was exploitation, yes, but in a different direction from what Rhonda initially felt. She looked at The Boss, he remained unshackled. His layers were too many to be stripped off. Or were they? His eyes were not fixated on the row of girls, but darting occasionally toward her breasts, or her legs when her fit and flare skirt failed to cover them up. She also noticed he did not pull away whenever her breasts grazed his arm when she reached across him for drinks. Probably his unshackling lies not on these girls, but me? Rhonda smiled wickedly.