Helluva Boss Glitz And Glam Novels & Stories

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

The man in the situation grabbed the collar of his swimsuit and shook him violently! -HERE I’M THE BOSS!!! AND NO ONE DISOBEYS ME! BECAUSE EVERYONE HERE AND ELSEWHERE!!! KNOW! HOW BAD I CAN BE...AND WOULD NOT HESITATE FOR ONE SECOND TO FUCK YOU....SO TELL ME WHO IS THIS DAMN THUMB WHO DARED TO AGAINST ME AND MAYBE!..... then with an EVIL smile he surprised...and maybe I would show a little consideration for you Nigel...IF YOU TELL ME WHO THE FUCKING TREAT IS!!!

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

Kahit na nakatingin siya sa ibaba, ang guwapong mukha niya ay perpekto pa rin sa lahat ng paraan—ang anggulo ng tungki ng ilong niya, ang masikip niyang labi, ang bawat tampok ay hindi kapani-paniwalang kaakit-akit. Ang kanyang mga pilikmata ay luntiang at kulot pataas, ang paraan ng maraming kababaihan ay maaari lamang umasa na makamit kahit na may mascaras. Sinulyapan ni Darrel Yu ang kanyang Boss at hindi napigilang lumunok. Kahit na lalaki, paminsan-minsan ay natutulala siya sa kagwapuhan ng kanyang Boss.

"Young ladies, it's so boring to drink alone. Why don't you come and accompany me?" Just as Eliza and Gloria were drunk, a perverted voice came from behind. Then there was a burst of laughter. "Boss, do you want both of them? Why don't you give me one?" The man called "Boss" laughed. "I don't think these two are enough. They are tender little things. I can ruin them overnight!" The man's voice alarmed Gloria.

I fucked myself hard, clit throbbing under my other hand— Held at the edge. Didn't fall. "Good girl. Such a good, desperate girl. Now—listen to me. Whatever name I have. Whatever face. I'm the man who knows how to destroy you. I'm the man who knows how to put you back together. And right now, I'm the man who's going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life." "Yes. Yes, please—" "Come, Velvet. Come now. Come for me."

There was a pause, “never too busy for you.” “Good,” I said, “put me on for the late show.” “The late show?” he repeated. “Yeah,” I said, lighting a cigarette with one hand and walking straight through traffic like I had a death wish, “I’m giving the rawest, most unfiltered show this club has ever fucking seen, get the lights, get the booth, get the cash ready. Hazel’s back.” I heard him smile through the phone, “that’s my girl.” “I want glitter, I want smoke, I want chaos, I want the poles polished.”

"Didn't realize you were in here." My hands were folded behind my back, and slowly, I raised my right hand, flicking my index finger in a casual, almost bored gesture. "Hey, Clint." "Yeah, Boss?" "Help me smash some stuff." A slow smirk spread across his scarred face, creeping one eyebrow upward. "You sure, Boss?" he focused his gaze on me, as dark amusement began to glitter in his eyes. "I won't hold back." "The more realistic it sounds, the better."

There was still a wild, violent glint burning deep in his eyes, but as he focused on her face, his expression softened ever so slightly. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” His voice was controlled, but it carried the promise of tearing the head off anyone who had so much as scratched her. Helena nodded, her breath caught, her heart pounding wildly. “I’m… I’m fine.” She looked at him, stunned. In all the time she’d known him, she’d never seen him actually fight. She’d assumed that, as a billionaire CEO, he was a man of brilliant mind, heavy pen, and refined manners. She’d never imagined that “Lord Boss” was, in fact, an absurdly lethal hand-to-hand combat machine.