Helluva Boss Martha Novels & Stories

I had never seen her before, neither did I know her, but I felt an uneasiness creep down my spine as she approached us. “What the fuck do you want Martha?” Danica snapped with a scowl on her face. Did they know each other? I felt Emmaline lean towards me and whisper into my ear. “That is Martha. She is a big bully. She is higher than us in ranking and age. Her habits of bullying new witches in the guise of wanting to help them train knows no bounds. In summary, she is an evil bitch.” I shuddered and looked at Martha again. Her eyes were fixed on us and a wide grin was planted on her lips. The way she gazed at me made chills crawl up my skin.

she inquired. I sighed and let out, "My boss hates me." "Doesn't everyone's boss hate them?" I laughed and said, "Maybe." My voice saddened as I added, "But his hatred just feels more personal. I wonder why. I don't think I ever did anything to step on his toes." "You were probably his ex-wife in the previous life," she joked. "Yeah, right. As if that's possible." I shook my head at her ridiculous suggestion. "You should watch more supernatural shows to know what can or can't be possible."

*************** CHAPTER 25 ~Arianna’s POV~ Martha’s apartment felt warm and cozy as I sat on the couch holding a mug of hot cocoa. Martha was sprawled across her armchair, legs tucked beneath her as she listened to my vague complaints about my “new job.” “I don’t even know where to begin,” I sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and honestly… insufferable.” Martha raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Sounds like your boss is a piece of work. What kind of job is this again?”

. It was a terrifying, beautiful smile. "It tasted like the sun." THE WOUNDED "Help!" Kai’s voice came from the porch. We ran over. Martha was lying against the wall. Her overalls were torn, soaked in blood. The Reaper’s impact had shattered her ribs. Her breathing was wet, shallow. "Martha!" Leo scrambled to her side. "Easy, boy," Martha wheezed. Green sap mixed with the red blood on her lips. "I'm... I'm an old root. I snap easy." "I can fix it," Leo said, his hands glowing. "I can rewrite the damage." "No," Martha stopped him. Her hand gnarled and bark-like gripped his wrist. "Don't waste the juice on me," she whispered. "I'm done. The season turns." She looked at Maya. At the green child

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

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.

The word left my mouth before I could control it. All three pairs of eyes moved towards me; one of the devil herself and the other two belonged to two old men sitting on her sides. I couldn't care less about the other two as the only focus of my attention was the woman I just called Monster, Satan, Lady-Hitler and Mean Queen on her face some time ago. "Fuck indeed, Mr. Trajano." Her cold, distant voice echoed in the room.

Without much effort, Mother Lelyah used light magic to shoot a projectile right through the poor man’s eyes, killing him on the spot. “Hurry, the boars will clean this up. The life of a beast does not even compare to a single eichhorn, but at least it will return a part of what it took from the forest.” A monster. That is the only way I can describe her right now. Ruthless and powerful in a way I cannot even dream of deifying, she took the life of another person without even looking at him. The terror compels me to obey her command and, without looking back, I follow her steps back to the village.

I immediately abandoned the cart I was pushing and rushed forward to get the trolley from her "Hey, freak!... This water pitcher is empty, go fill it up right this moment!" I hear the Gamma chief's voice call from behind me before I could get to Martha. I know right then that I'm in deep shit because he knew how much Martha means to me and wanted to use her to punish me for refusing his sexual advances. I hesitated in my tracks for about three seconds, considering whether to go fill the water pitcher or help Martha with the trolley

"Mmmmm, you like that handsome?" Martha asked seductively. "Please, Alinta, stop," Silas managed to mumble weakly, as though he had succumbed to whatever drugged him. Martha looked at his faded fated mark. "Just a little more, then you will feel so much better, my love," she coaxed sweetly and started to climb on him. She aligned herself with his upright shaft in her firm grasp and carefully lowered herself readying for that fateful contact. "He's soon to be ours. Once he feels this bliss he will never want to see that bitch," Breathed Martha excitedly to her wolf as she savoured the moment.