Helluva Boss Cherub Novels & Stories

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 hug her tightly feeling tears fall down her eyes. This cruise was cussed from the get-go, cursed to hurt my friends and me, I was sure of it now, Selby had never been heartbroken for years, like me she had the stonewalling coping mechanism and it worked fine, until Lucas Gram shows up to ruin her whole façade.

“Who the hell—” “Call me Chérie Noir,” she smirked. “Heard you’re looking for a girl.” I raised an eyebrow. “You always walk into a bloodbath like it's a spa day?” “I’ve seen worse,” she smiled. “A little bird said you want a virgin girl real bad. One with fire.” She stepped closer. “Virgin. Young. Pretty. Protected. The Big Boss wants her, and I can get her.” Scarface shifted beside me. “Boss, she’s bluffing. She don’t know shit—”