Helluva Boss Fizzarolli Novels & Stories

where Hazel first meets her evil boss. Hazel’s real identity was a Senior Intelligence Officer of her party. She pretended to be a prostitute who was bought into a brothel by her husband. During her time in the brothel, she was picked on, and her body was filthy. She hated and despised the world. The enemy’s Chief Intelligence Officer known as the “evil boss” took a fancy to her. She took advantage of the deepest bloodthirsty and hatred in Hazel’s heart and trained her into a killing machine.

He said just before I could walk out. I scowled. Damn, he was still bossy. Previously in high school, it used to be to get his homework done so he would pay me a few bucks for lunch and now I had a feeling that coffee was just the beginning. Was this going to be a repeat of my high school days? I didn’t know and I wouldn’t until I started work from Monday. But then I turned and gave him my best megawatt smile before saying, "Yes Boss!" Just because I got hired by my biggest high school bully, doesn’t mean I’m going down without a fight.

I roared to the fucker who cursed me in French and scurried off the floor. I held Faith's hand and pulled her back to the lounge. I sat her next to Hardin whose jaw was clenched so tight I thought he'd crack his teeth. I knew for the fact that he was trying to calm himself before he went hunting for that fucker and cutting his nuts off. "Tell you what, Hihi! I am going commando!" Faith slurred freezing both Hardin and I. We looked at her with wide eyes before staring at each other. "I planned to have my v-card pumped tonight. Because of my bosses. They are so infuriating!" She reached for the glass of wine infront of her and chucked it down.

Fizz stared in the direction I was staring at, and his eyes widened in shock. “Those men are The Camorra,” Fizz stated matter-of-factly. “One of our rival cartels. The man sat next to that woman…” Fizz heaved his chest. “Who is he?” I demanded, my heart thumping against my chest. “He’s the kingpin,” Fizz murmured. The kingpin of the Camorra. A psychopath fucker not to be messed with. Fuck. 12 LUCA It felt like I had been staring at their table for hours, now.

Didn't pull her back. Just met her eyes. "I'm not good at soft." "You don't have to be." She leaned in again. Kissed the corner of his mouth. "That's my job." She turned away, retrieving a new juice box from the fridge while Elizabeta climbed onto the counter with the kind of casual disregard for safety that would make Kirill blow a blood vessel. "Can I glue the wolves again?" the girl asked sweetly. "No," came the dual chorus. "Maybe just a little glitter?"

“Him? Really?” “Really. I know. I was surprised, too.” Larry stood and put back on the suit jacket he’d just taken off. “Do me a favor,” he said, and wrote Zavier’s name down. “Check this guy out, let me know if he’s booked any flights tonight. And let the big boss know you found the leak. I need to get moving.” “You got it,” Bruce answered. “Be careful, man.” ***

I can take at least five of them with me to hell. "Don Rizzuto!" boomed an amplified voice from outside, with that arrogant Roman cadence, cold as the marble of a courtroom. "We're the Carabinieri of the ROS. You're done playing hide-and-seek. Come out with your hands up, or we'll come in and drag you out like a bag of garbage!"

POV: Dominic “Boss, we have a problem. Zhang Groups of companies are pulling out their bid to invest in your nightclub. It seems like they have been poached by our rivals and I’m suspecting that it has something to do with the Capo.” Leon told me, his voice sounding urgent and pissed. Zhang Group of Companies is a famous corporation owned by a wealthy Chinese conglomerate. Its chairman, Zhang Zhou is well known for his charities and good deeds in the city. But behind the scenes, he is an international smuggler and Cartel Lord.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

Justin didn't have time to think before acting and that was why he always acted as if he was bipolar. He would regain his composure and that was when he would turn cold again. "You're indeed right but it doesn't matter anymore," she told the bartender. "He has fired me from my job and I'm never going to have to face his ugly face anymore." "Don't be too sure. It's a small world, anything can happen," the bartender responded as he poured another glass of alcohol for Jasmine. Jasmine shook her head in disapproval "Don't jinx it for me. I honestly never want to come face to face with that asshole."