Helluva Boss// Crimson X Alessio Novels & Stories

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.

“Tell him what he wants to hear. Tell him how you’re currently being impaled on your boss’s big cock and you’re enjoying every second of it. Even whimpering for more like the wanton little tease you are.” He said the word ‘boss’ like it was something dirty and I bit my lip hard to stop any unwanted noises from spilling out. “Cora? Are you there?” Cold sweat broke out on my forehead when Alessio began grunting into my neck, hips pumping faster as his cock dragged in and out of my gushing wetness. “I-I’m fine.” I managed to force out in a harsh breath, pussy clamping down hard around the invading rod of flesh stretching me open as my orgasm steadily approached me. “I’ll meet you at the parking

Cassius fucking Riven belongs to Alessia fucking Rossi, and no one else! THE END.

Noa’s chest cracked open, something ugly and sweet blooming inside him. But they weren’t out yet. The Shadow Boss stepped into view, his men fanning out behind him, guns ready, his silver mask shining under the weak overhead light. “Loyalty,” he mused, calm, too calm for the war he’d just unleashed. “What a quaint little disease.” Alessio’s gun was steady now, his eyes locked on the Shadow Boss. “You don’t get to talk about loyalty. You sold your soul a long time ago.” The Shadow Boss cocked his head, curious, almost amused. “And what about you, Alessio? How many have you buried to get here? How many friends? How many brothers?”

Crimson let out a sharp, pathetic grunt, stumbling backward into a row of wooden chairs as thick crimson blood instantly sprayed from his nostrils, covering his mouth and chin. He snarled, his eyes flashing a dangerous, bright amber as his inner wolf violently pushed to the surface, and he lunged back at me in a blind rage. We crashed hard into the solid stone wall, a brutal, chaotic scuffle breaking out as the other Alphas jumped out of their chairs to get out of the way. Crimson managed to get a tight grip on the lapels of my jacket, trying to use his weight to throw me down to the floor, but I quickly caught him by the throat, using my momentum to slam him hard against the massive stone p

Alessandro. “…fuck!”

He feels hollow and cold. "Don't worry about me, Czar. I am fine" he assured his underboss. Czar shook his head with disapproval. He knows Alesso is far from alright. But he doesn't know how to help his boss. 'Dear god, I know we are bad people. But my boss deserves some happiness in his life. He is better than so many people who pretend to be good. Please someone to fill the void in his life ' Czar prayed for the first time for his boss.

Ace’s fangs were still inside my throat when he let out a deep, gutteral howl and faded back, changing into Alessio. And just when I thought it was over, Alessio began to move again, his stout member hard as a rock. ---- *whisper* Are you guys okaaaaay...? ○~○

“I was already doing it, you did not have to yank it off me!” Lev says nothing. His rough hand pushes the heavy door open wide. Then he shoves me hard inside. I stumble. Yelp. The box is small. Dark red walls. Two soft chairs. A low table with a bottle and one glass. Half full. Blood red liquid. And a man. His back is to me. Shirtless. Skin pale like snow. Tattoos cover every inch. Black ink. Wolves. Knives. Skulls. Snowflakes. In the middle, huge, the Morozov crest. The same wolf.