Helluva Boss Fizzarolli Plush Novels & Stories

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

His hair was in a light pink shade with black beads, he had no facial hair like Bruce didn't have anything. He had a rough appearance, his appearance showed his playboy and irresponsible character. "What are you going to do about that? Girls get out of this room now, I don't want to see you." Bruce muttered in a cold tone and the girls quickly ran out of the room. They knew who he was and how he was heartless, he may look gentle but his character stinks and personality. "Brother what are you doing? Oh please let me be. Why are you interrupting my pleasure? My fun?" Bowie mumbled glaring at his brother.

I buried my face into my work and in just a matter of few minutes, the elevator door dinged open signaling the arrival of 'Thee Bosses'. I quickly got up on my feet as they both walked out of the elevator and holy cow! They were out of this world. Mr. Angry Bird stood proud and tall in a very neat burgundy hued 2 pieced suit. The white button-up dress shirt and a black tie marveled at his look. His hair was combed neatly on his head and oh his sexy furrowed brows! His 5 o'clock shadow stubble made my hands itch to stroke his scruffy face. He looked like a Greek god on Earth.

- HAZEL - It's been two days, I clench my fingers around the huge pink plushie on my bed, sinking my head into it. It's so soft. And the best part about it is, it comes with a voice box. I gently press the collar around the neck of my plushie, which has my name engraved on a golden heart-shaped name tag, and a deep masculine voice plays. It's Killian's. "Hello kitten, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but I'm begging you. Please. Forgive me. Give me a chance to make things right. Take care." Rang in my ears. Every word came with a sexy growl and that pleased my ears.

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.

the man asked. Lorenzo looked at the man with a smile; the harmless grin had been replaced with a devilish smirk, and his bright eyes, once filled with the vitality of life, were now filled with viciousness. He smirked as he chortled, "It would be boring if I informed her." The man stared at his boss, looking confused. Wasn't the plan all about getting that boy?

A big cigar ashtray, where The Boss parked his cigar when he greeted Gina, a humidor box, a bottle of single-malt scotch, four glasses—one of which was empty, probably reserved for Gina—and three cups of espresso were on the table. She followed her boss' slight touch on her shoulder, urging her toward the sofa. His heavy steps on the plush carpet trailed behind her light, high-heeled ones. "Hi, Gina." Rhonda stood up to let Gina sit in her spot, next to The Boss. Gina approached Rhonda and they hugged. Instead of taking Rhonda's spot, however, Gina sat herself down on one of the chairs.

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

Vincenzo also descended from the car, he inhaled and exhaled deeply before walking to where Roberto smoked. They both watched the ladies and some guys walk out of the club murmuring things to themselves in anger. Roberto was very aware that was as a result of the order he gave. Soon, people stopped coming out of the club and Vincenzo touched his EarPods. “All cleared?” He asked and he looked at Roberto. “The club is empty, except for the manager who is acting stubborn, he has been tied up though.” Vincenzo informed and Roberto nodded. He threw the tobacco in his hand on the floor, and crushed it with his exotic shoes. It was one of the most expensive shoe collections of the Bolvaint brand.

the boss pleaded with him despondently. Sirius looked at Little Cupcake and asked, “Is there anything else that you want?” He would only stop playing if she said she wanted to stop. The boss handed two plushies to her and said, “Kid, stop playing for the day. These are all yours.” Little Cupcake could not carry that many plushies. There were already 30 plushies in her hands! Sirius was the one who got all these plushies for her. She wanted all of them. “Alright, let’s go play something else.” She was already extremely satisfied.