Helluva Boss Human Novels & Stories

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.

I said before drinking my iced coffee and eating an Alcapone doughnut. “It’s already over, yes, but that kind of thing is still infuriating. You’ve been at your job for so long, then they just fire you like that. What’s that? Don’t they value their employees at all? Who is your boss so I can punch her lungs,” Charlie said angrily. “You’re stupid. She’s a woman,” I told him. “So what? I’ll pull her hair if she wants,” Charlie replied. I laughed because his ridiculous side was showing again.

The boss asked. “To know you’re human.” The Boss’s expression didn’t shift, but his pulse spiked. “That disappoint you?” Rico tilted his head. “Kinda hoped the devil was real. Makes it easier to hate him.” The boys held their breath, no one dared move. The Boss stepped closer, so close their foreheads nearly touched. “You think hate’s safer than want?” He whispered. “I think you’re scared.” The words landed like a slap to his personality. For a long moment, no one spoke.

Like hungry lions ready to devour a gazelle. "Boss, can you smell that?" one of the men asked, sniffing the air loudly. "I sure can," the guy in the center—the Boss—answered, his eyes raking over my torn nightgown. "Human. And untouched at that." "Look, I am ugly and not appealing like others of your kind," I stammered, backing away until my back hit a tree. "Please don't do this. It's wrong." That only earned a dark chuckle from them.

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.

It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man. At that moment, it had only one option… RUN! Unfortunately for the beast, escape was no longer an option. “[Force].” The Boss Monster suddenly lost control over its battered body, feeling itself get pulled back despite all attempts to flee. It screamed at the top of its lungs for help, but… ~FWUUSH!~ … There was no one to listen. “G-gurrruk!” It was the strongest on that Floor, and now it was the last one standing

Her hands perspired. The Boss turned around as he heard people enter the room, stood up, and greeted them not only with a smile that was so sincere, but with eyes that exuded warmth. His voice was deep, delivered with a tone so kind, "Hi Rhonda, how are you?" He greeted her like he had known her already. They shook hands. Rhonda felt relaxed. An at-home feeling replaced the estranged feeling in one magic moment. She saw Gina was given a little hug and a cheek-to-cheek kiss from him.

It sounded crazy saying it out loud, but Don Julio didn’t laugh. Didn’t even blink, he just listened as his eyes kept narrowing like he was piecing together a puzzle. When I finished, silence hung thick as the smoke. He sipped his bourbon finally, then set it down with a clink. “This Boss,” he said slowly. “Sounds like a ghost. Tech-savvy with eyes everywhere. He's a manipulator, he could be a rival crew testing you. Or something worse—fed, maybe. Or one of those digital phantoms who play god from a basement.”

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

a male voice said. “She did look like good eye candy though. Especially when we knocked her out.” Faint snickers erupted while I let out a shuddered breath. They were talking about me. “None of that matters.” A deep voice cut through the laughter, turning the place quite. “It's what the boss wants. All we do is act.” Boss? Which boss? Who had taken me here? Another voice spoke “But really, all this for this puny human? We're lucky to have invaded this Alpha's territory and it's all for this worthless meat bag!"