Helluva Boss Martha Novels & Stories

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.

That vampire fucker is already dead and now alpha Cyrus will never leave me alive. With renewed determination, Martha dashed across the rooftop, avoiding the guards who were now in hot pursuit. She could hear their shouts and the clanging of armor behind her as she ran towards the edge of the castle walls. ‘Fuck! What should i do?’ Meanwhile as Martha sprinted towards the roof of the building, her heart pounded in her chest. She knew she had to reach the lower roof and escape before the guards caught up with her. However, her hopes were dashed as a guard spotted her on her way up and quickly informed Alpha Cyrus, the leader of the security team.

he chuckled and his face contorted as a sharp pain choked his chest. “Hear what he is saying?” Martha took a to step towards him but John drew her back. She fumed as she looked up at him. “How can you be this calm and responsible right now?” she gritted her teeth and balled her fingers into a fist. “How do we, the good guys help you, Satan’s incarnate, to stay off the radar? I don’t get it,” John splayed his hands in the air. If you could stop someone’s heart from glaring at them, Martha would have killed Josh with the way she was looking at him.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my m*ans spilling into the air as Ruther watches me unravel beneath his hands. His lips curl into a dark, satisfied smirk. "That's right," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms, kissing me slow, deep, possessive. "You're mine, Diana Fallacia." And at that moment, I know. I belong to him. That terrifying realization sent a shiver down my spine as Ruther throw me in the b*d. We're not yet done. He hovered over me, his dark, predatory gaze pinning me in place.

As she turned, Marta stood at the edge of the square. The miller’s wife looked smaller than Elizabeth remembered—drawn tight around the mouth, eyes too bright with unspent fear. “You should not be out,” Marta said. Elizabeth inclined her head. “Neither should you.” Marta flinched. “They say you were heard talking alone.” Elizabeth almost smiled. “They say,” she echoed. “They say God did not answer you,” Marta continued, voice cracking despite herself. “That if He had wanted you, He would have—” She stopped, swallowing hard. “They say something else did.”

The faces of his mother and two aunts filled the entire intercom screen. “Angel, are you in there, Honey?” “We should have called Angel first before coming here. She might not live here anymore. Doesn't she live with Xander?” It was Aunt Martha's voice! Angel paced back and forth in front of the door, biting her nails frantically. She could just pretend she wasn't home and let them go home. But, was she capable of doing that? Especially because her mother and two aunts had traveled quite a long way to visit her in New York.

“Boss… I don’t know. One minute everything was normal, the next I felt so damn sleepy. Like someone hit me with a truck. I swear I fought it, but my eyes kept closing. It was like some kind of gas in the air. I don’t understand how…” I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, my knuckles white. “Gas? You’re telling me someone gassed my building and took her right out from under your noses? While I was in the damn kitchen?” Marcus winced but didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry, sir. We failed you. I failed you.” I released him with a shove, running both hands through my hair as I paced the room. My mind was racing, the wolf inside snarling and pacing with me. Clara was out there somewhere, scared, pro

“He doesn’t love me. He just… tolerates me. You know my condition.” Martha’s expression hardened. She understood—perhaps better than anyone else—the twisted roots that held Judith’s fragile world together. Without another word, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in months. The call rang twice before a deep voice answered. “Ma’am.” “I have a job for you and the boys,” Martha said flatly, her manicured nails drumming against the armrest. “Doesn’t matter who does it. I just want results.”

I asked, my voice low. Matteo looked down at his shoes. "No, boss," he said quietly. "Martha didn't make it. She was shot right in the forehead." I felt a pang of sadness and anger. Martha had been a loyal member of our team, and now she was gone. I vowed to find out who had done this and make them pay. But first, I had to focus on finding Anna and getting her back safely. I was about to respond when I noticed the cops enter the compound, I patted Matteo on the shoulder and stepped out to join them.