Helluva Boss Characters Novels & Stories

His aura of dominance radiated once more, filling the cramped apartment room. ​"I am a werewolf. Not just a regular wolf, but an Alpha. And what you did last night was a massive insult and a highly inappropriate act." ​Nichole fell silent for a moment. She stared at her boss's face—handsome and fierce, yet now looking so convincing in his delusion. ​Instead of arguing or panicking again, Nichole actually smiled even wider. An understanding smile she often gave her five-year-old nephew when the boy claimed to be a superhero.

A few bulky bodyguards stepped in. They slammed me down and ripped my clothes off. A neon vest—"FAKE"—went on. A placard hung from my neck. The camera zoomed in for the livestream. [Hell yeah! You're the king! This is peak content. Every expose hits hard!] [Thought rich dudes act untouchable why you crawling now.] [Philip, don't stop. Keep it coming. Need the next part.] Philip looked down at me. "My fans want it? I deliver."

Amelia's heart gave a traitorous twist. She crouched down instinctively, slow, not smiling, just trying not to spook whatever this was between them. "Hi there. You must be the boss around here." The haunted cherub just stared at her. But gaze flicked downward to her boots. Cracked leather. Purple laces. Salt stains. The kind of shoes you wore when you'd run out of better options. That reaction was enough. Amelia let herself smile. Not big. Just soft. "Yeah, they're ugly. But you can slide on hardwood like a champion. Ask my tailbone."

I shouted over the alarm. He didn’t look up. “I have to.” I watched him work, hands shaking, sweat running down his face. For a moment he didn’t look like the cold, untouchable boss who ruled the company. He looked human. Scared. Determined. And I hated that part of me wanted to reach for him. A distant rumble shook the floor again. Cracks spread across the walls. The beeping turned into one long, piercing sound. “Two minutes!” I yelled.

she snapped, “You might be dramatic. And insufferable. And have a god complex half the time but you’re not her. You are not selfish. You’re smart, not as smart as me—” I chuckled, at the confidence in her tone. “---but still very smart, You’re stubborn, yes but You care more than any boss I've overworked with.” “Aren't I the only boss you've worked with?” “That's besides the point.” She countered waving her arms, “ What I'm saying is underneath all that dramatic playboy lifestyle, you’re a good man, strong and loyal, and it would be stupid of you to believe you are anything less.” Her words struck a chord within me, my heart hammered wildly as I process them slowly. I blinked, struggling to

I wonder what’s up with that. “Hello, I’m Miss Blackwood, I’m in charge of this renovation project” I state to the gentlemen. “Ah, Miss Blackwood. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Jacob” a man about my age, 25 or so, shakes my hand in greeting. “Hi. So, Jacob. I was wondering why there are less employees here today compared to what the company had stated there will be. Are there any problems I should know about?” I ask.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

He wasn't sure, but since Lorenzo had told him to keep tabs on Ava and everything about her, he decided it was only right for his boss to know the current news. " Mr. Brown," He called Lorenzo and passed him his big phone. " What?" Lorenzo replied indifferently and lazily as he continued staring at the cool city view. " You need to see this." The assistant said with a slightly shaky voice, and he stepped forward. Instantly, Lorenzo's head snapped to the assistant, and even Hudson stood up. Seeing what was on the phone screen, Lorenzo clenched his jaws, and the office temperature immediately dropped. * Snap* The pen in his hand broke forcefully into two, and his gaze turned chilly. His black