Helluva Boss Fizzarolli Novels & Stories

"Let me see you climb. Let me see you get close." I was climbing fast. Too fast. The edge rushed toward me— I stopped. Yanked my hand away. One. I grabbed my phone. Typed with trembling fingers: Edge one. Stopped just in time. God, Sir, I'm so wet. Good. Describe the fantasy. Who's watching you? My boss, I admitted. I keep imagining it's him. And what is he doing? Sitting in a chair. Watching. Telling me what to do. Is he touching himself?

"What do you want to see?” I followed suit when I noticed he was sitting into one of the cushion chairs. My body instantly felt relaxed. The chair was properly padded with firm but soft foam. It was, hand down, better than the creaky chair I had in my apartment. He placed the box of pizza on his legs, pointing the remote in the direction of the TV. The first thing I noticed was the big red colored “N*****x" writing on the screen. "Anything you want to see?” He asked again as he flipped through the option on the screen.

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

He wasn't sure, but since Lorenzo had told him to keep tabs on Ava and everything about her, he decided it was only right for his boss to know the current news. " Mr. Brown," He called Lorenzo and passed him his big phone. " What?" Lorenzo replied indifferently and lazily as he continued staring at the cool city view. " You need to see this." The assistant said with a slightly shaky voice, and he stepped forward. Instantly, Lorenzo's head snapped to the assistant, and even Hudson stood up. Seeing what was on the phone screen, Lorenzo clenched his jaws, and the office temperature immediately dropped. * Snap* The pen in his hand broke forcefully into two, and his gaze turned chilly. His black

So he smiled and replied, "Alright, come with me to see the sheriff; he is at his desk." He brought Isabella into the sheriff's office and then left. "Young girl, you have something to say to me. What could it be?" the sheriff asked. "I want to report one of the notorious mafia bosses, Lorenzo," Isabella replied firmly.

Veronica yelled, feeling her options running out. "What the fu—who did she say?" the American asked. "Bullshyte," the Irishman said, standing up. So...they had heard of Nic. "Nic Andretti. I'm his girlfriend," Veronica announced, as the tables began to turn on this whole twisted deal. "The fucking mob boss?! Shit man, what the fuck did you get me into?!" the American shouted at the other man. "Keep your fucking voice down! And besides, she's lying," the Irishman said, staring at Veronica.

He shook his head many times while mumbling this thing. "Liar!" I hold his neck firmly because of anger. He becomes sluggish and has already stopped squirming. But that wasn't going to stop me from touching his neck even more. I feel in my fist the urge to kill somebody. I'm so mad to find out that this person doesn't even know where the heck that box is. 'Sh*t!' "B-Boss… he's already dead. He didn't breathe anymore." One of my men informed me about the man I was holding, lifeless now.

Damon yelled as he ran his fingers on his pale, yellow-colored hair. Edward put the iPad on the wooden desk then he stood straight, looking at his boss whose face is now turning red because of what he just read. “Mr. Furlord, based on our sources, an aspiring writer named Sunny Peruvian used a photo of yours as a book cover of one of her erotic romance novels. And since the people know you well, they were quick to find it and thought that you somewhat have a relationship with that…er…writer.”

However, She couldn't stay here forever. Roxanne was still debating whether to go out or not. Outside, an explosion resounded with the painter's roar. "Who are you?" the painter shouted at the man in front of him. One of his hands was mutilated, even though ordinary objects or fire had no effect on him. “I am the demon general in hell. I'm here to arrest you," said a deep voice. Roxanne tilted her head slightly because it felt familiar.

I say, and they smile at me. “Thank you. We trust you.” Hellen says on their behalf. “Okay. Make sure everything is in order. I heard the new boss does not entertain nonsense, so be careful.” I warn them because, the way Boss Martin said it, we really need to be really weary of him. And we cannot just screw things up on the first day. “And who is this new boss? Do you know him?” Hellen asks. I shake my head.