Helluva Boss Martha Novels & Stories

I thought under my breath, toes curling in my sandals. “Huh? What do you mean?” Martha poured me a glass—thankfully not quite as full as her own—and screwed the bottle shut again, putting it somewhere down the table. “I mean that she can take down grown Alphas and make them look like amateurs.” “Martha, please,” I whined, my fingers curling around the glass, squirming in my seat. “Hush, dear! I am proud of you.” “Not something I would be happy about,” I murmured under my breath, swirling the liquid in my glass, watching as it sloshed around the rim. Taking a sip, my shoulders slouched, the bitter taste flooding my mouth.

Snow replied as she walked with him. No questions asked, she hadn't even asked why the boss was there or what he was doing alone with her but I was there. That was the type of trust she had for the boss, a blinding trust that I admired, maybe I earned just more than the trust. I couldn't get my eyes off Snow. A woman any man in a mafia would want to have,strong and swift not a weakingly who doesn't know how to hold a gun but expects you to protect them.

— "I can't, Capriolla. If I had been faster, they wouldn't have caught the boss, and I wouldn’t have been injured by those bastards." — "None of what happened was your fault, Ramiro." — "Besides... the boss made sure to send those bastards to the other world." — "It was a stroke of luck, Capriolla, I can't allow it to happen again... the boss's wife was sent to the mansion with the kids, now she's heavily guarded..." — "The boss fears they might try something against his wife and children." Ramiro hadn’t finished speaking when the woman’s call came in.

Silvia asked. “This is not a marital or romantic proposal. This is strictly a business proposal. You can call it a contract marriage” he replied. Ralph had a nonchalant look on his face, which was a sign that talking about this wasn't a big deal to him. “A contract marriage? What do I get in return, sir?” Silvia was forced to ask. “Your mother will get the heart transplant, and I will pay up her hospital bills. You don't have to worry about that again,” he explained.

Scrawled in jagged, vicious letters across the front of our home were the words: HUMAN SLUT, UNSANCTIONED BASTARD, and DISGRACE TO THE ALPHA. Martha was standing in the front yard, clutching a scrub brush in her bleeding hands, trying frantically to wash the paint away while sobbing uncontrollably. As she read the cruel words over and over, her chest heaved, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the hard, cold earth. "Mom!" I screamed, my voice tearing through the quiet street as I scrambled out of the chariot. Elias sprinted past me, lifting Martha's limp, unconscious body into his arms before I could even reach her. "She's gone into cardiac shock! We have to get her back to the emergen

I sat on the kitchen chair and silently scooped for my food while I was surrounded by six maids, waiting for whatever I may order for them to get. While chewing the food in my mouth I couldn’t help to keep an eye on my husband’s scattered armed personnel. I let out a raw smile and gently shook my head. Like I said, this is not new to me. Valjerome is a boss of a mafia group so he has so many staff here in the mansion¾protector and killer.

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

Arrow explained annoyance evident in his tone. “Dude, not for you, for me. I could use a couple of good wingmen,” Matt smiled slyly. I had stopped eating when he had mentioned finding she-wolves. I was happy to, Hear my mate’s answer. After breakfast, I went to the Luna’s office, Luna Nina was seated at the desk. “Hello my dear, “ she smiled at me as I walked over. I plopped down in the chair opposite her. “What’s wrong?” She asked suddenly worried.

Somehow my eyes kept opening each time it seemed like they were going to close forever. I stared at the small Urn that stood on the other side of my bed. I couldn't exactly see it, but I knew it was there. Its shiny body occasionally glistened in the darkness. It was Anna's new body. I spoke to her. Every time my eyes opened, I sighed and said hello to her. I told her about everything I did. I told her about David, about Rain. I told her about Chyna, about Katy. I told her about Maya, about Devin. She didn't judge me. She didn't cuss at me or remind me how much of a terrible person that I was, but I knew she was angry.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.