Helluva Boss Martha Novels & Stories

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.

This shows how careless his Silvia is. “I am really s,orry, sir” Silvia kept pleading to receive mercy from her boss. But Ralph is a man who hardly lets a mistake go unpunished. “I will let you go today because it is just a cup of water. Next time, you'll be pleading that I should let you die”,he threatened, with a firm look on his face. “Thank you ,so m. uch sir”,she scurried off from his sight before he would change his mind.

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

“But boss, she doesn’t satisfy you, how could she?” “What do you mean?” – I say looking deep into her eyes allowing her t grab my cock to feel that she did not affect me. “she’s a fat cow, you don’t like a fat woman” I allow my hands to grab her hair pulling it back while she lets out a gasp “If you ever dare to call Olivia anything other than her name, or miss, I will put a bullet on your head” “You wouldn’t do that, my mum would never forgive you” “Do you think I give a flying fuck about it?” – I say without showing my emotions. I would never be able to hurt Maria. She was like a mother to me.

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.

She looked younger in the pleasant afternoon brightness. “My precious omnium-gatherum. I had been collecting stuff for so long and they are very rare. You can’t replace them.” Helia had not reassured the girl it was acceptable that her bottles were broken. “I can help you around your place if you need any help.” Maria had not thought of anything to offer the woman who was angry about her rare collection being shattered. “Are you still selling cured fishy things around the hillside?” Helia inquired.

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.

"And think of your happy place." Martha did as I told her, unable to resist my command. I leaned down and sunk my fangs into her throat. Her blood tasted like death, cancer contaminating her, I wanted to stop feeding her, but I forced myself to continue. I owed it to Martha, and I needed to satisfy my inner beast. I continued to drink past the weakness of Martha's pulse, the point where I would usually stop. I felt her body grow slack as I continued to drink. I heard her heartbeat for the last time, and then I pulled away, not bothering to seal the wound. Glancing down at Martha, her eyes were still closed, and she looked happy, finally at peace.