Helluva Boss Fizzarolli Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

I woke up in an abandoned factory. Tied to a chair, my head throbbed like I'd been clocked pretty hard. I scanned the room, spotting two massive guys in black standing guard. Stay calm, I told myself. Reason with them. "How much do you want? My family can pay. Just don't—" "Shut up!" A sharp voice cut me off, and Fonda stormed in, looking like hell. Her eyes burned with pure rage. She didn't waste a second—walked right up and slapped me. Hard.

“What are you staring at ?” He growled at me . “ just do your fucking job and get the fuck out!” I bit my lower lip in regret and continued scrubbing the fur rug that was at the center of this very spacious room. The white rug was now filled with the smell of alcohol that was spilled on it, and the red stain refusing to leave no mater how hard I scrubbed , but I couldn’t stop scrubbing until it was gone cause knowing Cain Adams , he will call me back upstairs to scrub again till my hands fall out.

She growled loudly as she felt like something inside her wanted to explode. “Wait for me—ahh! Lara.... fuck! "Her boss moaned, which made her more horny. "Ahh! Ahhh!” She growled. Lara stops herself from reaching the climax immediately. "Shit! You're fucking tight!! I'm cumming!” her boss grumbled. "Oh! Ohhh! I can't take it anymore, ohh! MAX!!!” She growled loudly as hot juices erupted from her core. After that, Maximo also filled her womb with its juices.

If he refused, he would have to face the buff men’s fists. “Boss, what should we do now?” Fatty Frank swallowed nervously and looked at Andrius. “It’s easy.” Andrius’ body shifted all of a sudden. Connor cackled in disdain. “Punk, I hired all these elite fighters. Any one of them can…” “Ugh!”

"Mmmph… New Era Opening Content! The taste… is astral! The aroma… divine! THIS… THIS HAS TO GO VIRAL IN EVERY DIMENSION!" ZF-BOSS roared, his glowing red eyes widening until they nearly popped out of his skull. He leaped from his chair, his bloated body trembling violently, the dented freezer on his back clattering discordantly. His new Upgrade Camera (Shockproof & Anti-Cringe) emitted a bright blue light, recording every detail of the bowl of Indomie in front of him with a hysteria Bima had never witnessed before.

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

He didn't pay so much attention to the woman who was staring at him sharply. “I don't belong on your payroll, asshole!” Mariella hissed in refusal to succumb to the boss’s order folding her arms on her chest arrogantly. “Hmmm, don't you like to have a job?” Zadkiel darted his gaze to the hissing woman from his document and questioned.