Helluva Boss Comic Novels & Stories

( hope you love this game) the man said as he laughed maniacally while moving towards the boss who was sitting on the floor while the other men watched in silence. "vete al infierno!!"( go to hell) the boss spat confidently. A heavy blow landed on his face which sent him sprawling on the ground. Eden flinched as he saw blood gushing out of the boss's mouth. He knew this gang were more dangerous than the boss's gang. He won't make it out alive.. he thought as he watched in fear.

"Boss ..!" Brukk--Before Josua's hand reached the man, the figure had already collapsed forward. Keeping his eyes open, however, Josua couldn't bear the look in his boss's eyes. Damian collapsed because he could not stand the pain all over his hot body. His eyes stared at the darkness in front of him. Damian - he - he just wants a life of peace. With a figure with him. "Boss ... boss!"

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

I wanted to chuckle at his smile, but that soon changed into a scowl when he pulled my cheeks. ***** In the Bossman’s Den….. Bossman sipped his coffee while keeping an eye on Ivy and Willy. He listened to their entire conversation and was relieved that they were getting along just fine. He may have been the mastermind behind it, but he liked to think of himself as a decent guy. He is neither a murderer nor a thief. Even though he was made to choose this dark side, he can see the light in it. After all, even darkness in the dead of night converts into light in the morning.

"You shouldn't have fucking hit her! You die tonight. If the boss doesn't kill you, I might end up doing it myself." Kill? No one should get killed. Who the hell is the boss? He doesn't matter. Right now, nothing does. I curse Hulk and his boss to Hades and back in my mind as the blinding pain my skull intensifies. Then the world goes black.

The Old Man's facial expression was neutral “do not underestimate Don Santiago's prowess, he has defeated an entire gang single-handedly, and we are uncertain if he is coming alone” Boss Mario waved his hand in surrender, “fine, have you prepared the helicopter?” The Old Man nodded, “if things are not going our way, we can board the helicopter and leave” Sky said blandly. The Old man nodded and retreated from the room, Boss Mario smacked the lady's butt sitting at his right hand. “Come and suck me” he ordered and reclined backwards on the chair. The lady squatted in betwixt his legs and pulled down his zipper, his thick and hard dick popped out.

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke, feeling like he could read my feelings. "My friends and I were planning to go to the fiesta there for a stroll." From leaning back on his swivel chair, he straightened his posture, rested his elbows on the table, intertwined his fingers, and rested his chin on his interlocked hands. I subtly blinked several times in response to his action. He really looked like a Mafia Boss, just like in the movies I've seen. He looked cool, but I snapped out of my daydreaming when I heard what he said next. I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise.

"What the hell are you guys doing there instead of helping with the unloading?" One of the men came running to me and explained, "Boss, those motherfuckers lent 60k from us and haven't returned it yet. We managed to catch them tonight while they were planning to steal a few boxes from us." "So you are beating them to death? How is this a solution?" I questioned, and he hung his head in shame. "Give them some permanent damage for trying to screw us. Chop off a few fingers or toes, you idiot." His face glowed as he exclaimed, "Got it, Boss," and ran back to his group to inform them of my order. Those two culprits cried out in protest as my men brought out their knives.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the