Helluva Boss Comics Novels & Stories

then the boss laughed at him. But suddenly there’s a huge number of Unknown man invaded the underground. Bang! They shoot all the boss people. “What? What was happening here? Who are them?” asked the boss confusedly. “they’re y allies and elites mercenaries!” answered Joshua to him. In a few minutes all the boss men are dead. Joshua let him free. “this is the end of your story Mr. Old man!” then Joshua pointed him a gun to his forehead. The boss was frightening this time . He really understand that Joshua was the boss of this mercenaries. He realized that the world isn’t big. “Adios!” Joshua spoken Spanish language then bang! He shoot the boss to his head.

" Sunny slapped his forehead. "Not even her p**sy can stand between me and the float."" He stated. "Wow, gross."" Sunny and Hailey said something that made him laugh. ~ ~ Zed lay in his bed, reminiscing about his boss. He couldn't believe he'd let herself use him. She certainly knows how to make a man happy, and that bj damn! The conscience pricked him. Shut up, I'm trying to be angry at her, I'm not happy about being used, and you're right, she sure knows how to give one. He had come to terms with his conscience.

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!

"Now undress me.” Like a robot on command, I walked towards him to do as I was told. He had already taken off his shoes, leaving him with his buttoned up long sleeved shirt and belted pants. I started to undo each bottom after the other, beginning from the bottom. I was halfway through the process when I felt his hands cup both butt cheeks and jerk my towards him. Another loud gasp escaped my lips when my breasts crashed against his chest and my vagina felt his bulge. I didn't understand why or how I was even enjoying this. The initial idea of sleeping with my boss's husband repulsed me. I was disgusted at him when I realized he also wanted to do the same, but now. Now all I wanted to do was

"That's actually funny. She really think she's a catch? Boss could have anyone. Why take Philip's leftovers?" "She was just trashing the boss, and now she's begging? No shame." "Serves her right. Gold digger got checked. Boss nailed it." Clara's face went white. Her lips shook. Tears ran, but no one cared. They laughed it out. Then my smile disappeared. "So what are you all laughing at?" I said, slow. "I don't remember saying I'd let you off."

Every time he withdrew his fingers to the very edge of my entrance, he plunged them right back in, curling them upward to strike that deep, sensitive spot again and again while his thumb continued its merciless circles over my swollen clit. I'd never felt anything like this. Never experienced pleasure this sharp. This consuming. This terrifyingly good. My thoughts dissolved into nothingness until all that remained was the relentless friction of my boss's fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Nnnngh... Please." "Please what, Meret? Tell me what you want," he purred. "Do you want me to keep fingering you like a dirty little whore on the boardroom table?" "Yes..." I whimpered, comp

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

" A growl escaped his mouth. She was enjoying it. His culprit felt the victory. He screamed, clenching his fists, turning his back to Harry who was as hysteric as a blind man. "IT'S ON!" Diary entry 22 Sorry man, I didn't come often after .........like four years? Well, it has been traumatic. My life, the ups and downs. Reading minds, getting caught up in situations I didn't ask for, and now bloody nonsense...of my dad. Anyway, yesterday something happened. And I have to tell you about it. I visited that annoying Halsey for the business deal and as much as Harry got shocked seeing she was dying, I received the same feelings from the aroma of the kitchen, and the sight of perfection beholder

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

"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.