Helluva Boss Characters Novels & Stories

"It's Bambi." It would be lovely to touch it. "Oh, nice," he said instead, then finished his drink. Physically, Roy himself was Gina’s counterpart. He was quite handsome and with broad shoulders that tapered to a lean waist and a powerful core. Muscular yet lean, a disciplined gym-goer with teasing, clear blue eyes who walked with an air of arrogance; knowing the full effect of his looks which did things to the female population. At times, though, Gina caught him with a dull facial expression. Something that never happened with The Boss.

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

Clara caught him fast and snapped at me, "You ungrateful jerk! How dare you touch Philip!" She spun on the others. "What are you waiting for? You still think he's the CEO? Beat him!" They rushed in and pinned me down. "You fake. I've hated you for a while. Always acting cold, making me work overtime. Today you're getting what you deserve!" "You think just anyone can be CEO? You're a delusional idiot!" "Lombardo Corp belongs to Philip now. Who do you think you are?" Fists and kicks came nonstop. Blood filled my mouth.

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.

Immediately, an ominous hunch surged up in her, and she gulped down softly. She really couldn't bring herself to go inside the private room. Fuck! She didn't even know who this boss is Sensing her hesitation, the gentle-looking man adjusted his eyeglasses and turned away from her. " It would be best if Miss Ava could go in now, as the boss hates people who waste his time." Then, he strode away. Ava's throat turned hot, and her face paled. She understood what the man said just now, but it was really difficult. What was she going to do?