Helluva Boss Fizzarolli Novels & Stories

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

His palette was overpowered by its harsh and highly carbonated flavor. Suddenly, he remembered the task he assigned to Cody a few days ago. They became so busy planning for the Second and Third Family’s downfall that he forgot to ask him about the development of their investigation regarding the strange woman’s disappearance. He took his phone out of his coat and pressed speed dial five. A few rings and Cody picked up the phone. “Cody the cool IT speaking. Zupp Boss T?” he responded, sounding like an L.A. boy. ‘This guy had been watching too many American movies again picking up these slang words.’ Terrence commented on his mind.

“Quiet!” Leon frowned and sent a palm strike in annoyance. His intangible energy hit Farris and sent him flying until he hit the wall and coughed blood. The others dared not say much while Carlson sneered. “You shouldn’t overestimate yourself and doubt a smasher!” Even Harry was sitting with a straight face and calm composure without making any noise. The hidden boss of Soulspring Pharmaceutical was not in Skyriv, and with a smasher present, he could only take the smasher’s words as they were. The truth was no longer important as they could not afford to offend this smasher. Moreover, Harry would not possibly offend the smasher just for Farris!

He held Harvey over the water again. I curled my fingers into a fist, opening my injury. A bit down on my words. He tossed Harvey back before him. “You claim he isn’t a gigolo, it means you love him then? You love a fucking mafia boss. You’re a lawyer, Lucille. You stand for the truth and justice and you want to get into a forbidden relationship with a mafia boss? And you’re in love with him?” He clapped, laughing.

It was only Felix who didn't even bother glancing my way. Whatever. I didn't want a piece of trash like him anyway. I went to the HR department to turn in my laptop and return my employee badge. While I was still thinking about what to do next, my phone rang. "Ivy, I've noticed how well you've been handling your work. Have you thought about returning to Norell?" It was Gregory Brown. He was the chairman of our company, which was headquartered in Norell. He was also my dad's, Harvey Benson, best friend, and their companies were each other's closest strategic partners.

John laughed. I found the video she made and saw Meera, wrapped in a fluffy nightwear, acting so innocent as she faked tears for the teenagers who got bullied and for the people who got affected by the attack. "I can understand why everyone would think I influenced those girls to bully those innocent students. But I assure you that I never told anyone to harm anybody. All I ever did was show you all the best side of fashion, entertain you with my life, and... I didn't instigate anyone to harm anyone," She cried, wiping the side of her eyes.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

Philip's eyes were bloodshot, wild like a rabid dog. He kept cursing. I frowned. I'd heard about him. The son Chairman Nicolo Lombardo and his wife, Martina Jacini, had just brought back—their long-lost heir. He used to run the streets. Then he went online, calling himself a scam-buster, a fraud hunter. No limits. That's how he blew up. Anyone he targeted got wrecked. Even if they made it out, they were never clean again.

During dinner that evening, she got dressed in a pink gown and concentrated on her meal when she heard her father clear his throat. Rose looked up at him, hoping he had something nice to say. "I have got a good news!" He suddenly said to everyone in the dining room. Mia stole a glance at him and when she realized he was kinda looking at her, she avoided his gaze. "I got an offer from the biggest investment company in this City. I couldn't believe President Gun Blackwood would ever consider my company worthy to invest in." Everyone was surprised and that included Rose. "Wow! But isn't that the infamous Mafia Boss? That's very good news, though! Congratulations Cross!"

“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.