Helluva Boss Episode 5 Novels & Stories

"And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!" Head down, Samantha responded: "I'm sorry, boss." When I thought Joshua wouldn't say anything else, he surprised us by saying, "You're fired." My eyes immediately widened in surprise. "W-What?" Samantha said, surprised. "Get your things and leave." "B-But... Joshua!"

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

Below the photo, a message: “Does HR know you’re fucking the boss? Walk away in 24 hours or everyone sees everything.” His blood went cold. For a moment, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only stare at the screen and the image that represented the destruction of everything they’d just built. “What is it?” Vivian asked, her voice still soft and satisfied from what they’d just done. She was propped up on one elbow, watching him with curious eyes. “Alexander? What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer. Couldn’t form words. Someone knew. Someone had evidence. Someone was trying to destroy them.

but before I could finish my sentence, one of the M&Ms went down the wrong pipe and I started choking. Real chocking! Real gasping for air choking. Real going blue in the face choking. I grabbed Logan's soldier and tried to communicate seriousness with him. I couldn't breathe and for a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. Just before I thought I would black out from lack of oxygen, I felt to arms wrap around me tightly. So there we were in the parking lot. My boss gave me an abnormal thrust. With the situation, I could see people watching from the side wall, inside the shop.

Luka stated firmly as he got off the ground and helped me to my feet. “You killed them!” The Banshee screamed and even through the earbuds, the sound was loud enough to cause my bones to vibrate painfully. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. This Boss wasn’t like any other Boss, the health bar that showed up above her was already down in the red. There was only one, unlike the other Boss’s we have faced.

Before the Boss recovered from the shock of killing his friend, Alexis had rolled towards the Boss, she used her needle on his hand which was on the gun trigger, the Boss found his arm stiffed in the air, and he can't even pressed the trigger. Immediately the Boss waved his left punch, Alexis was faster, she hit the Boss in the elbow with her punch, the sound of bone breaking and a man howling in pain was heard, before the pain stopped, Alexis hit the Boss in the abdomen, she pined his leg with another needle, the Boss was now stuck on a spot.

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

The Boss made some threats that got through their thick skin. Immediately, they switched over to video call to capture Pastor James’ whole body. They knew the battle had been lost before it even started. “Where's the captive? Are you boys playing games with me?” The boss asked. He doesn't want to believe that his eyes were leading him in the right direction. “Here he is, Boss,” Redneck responded in a faint tone, while the Jaguar stayed calm to observe the situation.