Helluva Boss Glitz And Glam Novels & Stories

She changed the topic as they approached some of her clients. Did she mean I was just a fling and all of this was just to satisfy her? He thought to himself. "I'll bet you could get someone rich enough to go talk to your clients. I don't want to know whom you would introduce me to," Noah said, walking out on her. Why is he so clingy and hot-headed? He's beginning to sound like Zed. She thought to herself as one of her clients approached her. “Are you sure you need to do this? Could I accompany you?" Val asked her boss.

I heard the Boss's yells as punches continued and a spark of flame swallowed the corner of the basement and I screamed in horror. The men whom I thought they escaped since they got quiet for a while, were all tied to a corner from their hands to their legs and were burning up in the fire, screaming thier lungs out and raw fear overwhelmed me. It was an ugly scene as they cried and writhed against each other as if they were in hell and when I turned back to stare at what I so badly wished to see, the boss was on the floor before Draven who looked like an ancient god of gold, so refined and special. He had that cocky stare but when he looked at me, he had a guilty stare that made him look away

the demon whispered, his voice promising both glory and the Fall in a single breath. Uriel didn't answer. He didn’t need to. His body—traitorous and thirsty—answered for him. A low, urgent moan escaped his throat as his hips, with a will of their own, pressed downward, seeking more of that friction, more of the heat that was consuming him.

Ok baby bear, calm down and turn around, he is your boss and we aren’t planning on losing this pay check too. Slowly, I turned to face the monster seated behind his table, with two buttons from his black shirt left unbuttoned, show casing a little part of the what ever design of tattoo on his chest, and the ear ring on his ear. Looking closer at him right now, there is no doubt at all, my boss is smoking hot with a whole bad guy look. Fuck, where the hell did that come from? I was not supposed to be gloating him, but right now, I am doing more than gloat, I am practically almost licking his ego. Ok, that was a bit exaggerated, but who cares. Yes, Sir, may I help you with something else? I as

Haressa agreed and smiled slightly. "In fairness, even though the boss is stuck up and strict, he cares about us. To be honest, I have a crush on the boss," Glendy replied, and her mind seemed to be wandering. "Hey! Stop that illusion of yours! Maybe you're not blind enough to not notice that Jenn is the boss type," Haressa said. "I know that! It's not a bad thing to have a crush on a mafia boss," Glendy explained as if annoyed.

“Good night, Gabriel. It’s impossible to talk to you tonight. Kisses.” “Good night, woman with indecisive eyes.” She hung up. And she did as he said. She needed a good night’s sleep. A break. The next morning, Zoe was at a glittering business event packed with billionaires. She couldn’t resist. She discreetly aimed her phone at Thor and recorded a thirty-second video. Then she sent it to Celina with a caption: “For all his arrogance, the Big Boss is gorgeous. Look at what you’re missing, girl. He’s a hit, you know?”

Gloria's jaws almost dropped down as she sighted a yellow, beautiful Lamborghini parked in the middle of four black Ferraris. Damn! His boss is super rich! “Would you like to meet my boss?" The man asked. “Y..Yes," Gloria stuttered excitedly. As they approached the vehicle Gloria was expecting to see an old man as the boss as she reasoned only someone advanced in age could be able to acquire such an amount of weight but she was left stunned when the door to the yellow Lamborghini was opened and her eyes landed on the most beautiful man she had ever seen. It was almost like she was dreaming.

"My boss has admired you for a while and would like to have a chat with you." Helen studied Blondie just then. The hair dyed platinum blond, ear piercing, elaborate tattoos, and leather jacket all indicated that he was a thug, so how much better could his 'boss' be? "Sorry, but I'm busy." She rejected the offer right away. Blondie's smile faded right away and growled, "My boss has taken a liking to your face. You can get all the money you want if you just spend the night with him. Just say the word—he really doesn't lack money."

“She behaves, because she’s terrified we’ll complain to the boss. Boss is the best.” “I really do have to go,” I try, weakly. Glory shushes me, applying one last careful coat of red. “Two minutes. Let the moment last.” “Boss is scary as fuck,” Jaila agrees as she comes over to fix my hair, nimble fingers lifting and smoothing, “but he really does keep this place in order. Remember that time that old man tried forcing himself on Clara?” Glory’s expression darkens. “And he did it more than once. Clara was too scared to say anything—he was some corporate bigshot.” She shivers. “When Boss found out…”

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the