Helluva Boss Martha Novels & Stories

She said, "Hey!" Mother called out from behind me, with her speed, she quickly threw a kick at her to the face, causing Brenda to thumble, and before she could stand, her hands had been caught by Martha who forced her on her knees and grabbed her by the neck. Martha held her tightly and twisted her neck, I could hear the sound of her bones being crushed. Martha ripped off the head from her body. Martha had killed her, and before we could draw attention, we had to clean up our mess, entirely.

“Kelly, you did well today. Your charisma is a charm that no one can resist. I think it's now time for you to meet the real boss. The CEO and controller of everything you see. My eyes widened in surprise. “Wait… what? I thought you were the boss, Miss Martha. Wait? You aren't the boss? Who else could it be?” I found Miss Martha's new revelation but strange and comforting at the same time. She smiled mysteriously, her fingers tapping gently on the desk. “ of course, Mrs Kelly. I am not the Boss of all this. I am but a messenger. A middle man. A manager. The Boss doesn't like showing himself, thus he assigned me to do his job. About meeting with the Boss, when the time is right, you will kno

Camila sat beside her, sighing. At Alex’s mansion security checkpoint, Martha fumed in anger as the guards refused to let her in. “The boss isn’t in, ma’am,” one guard said, but Martha scoffed. “Call him. Tell him I’m here,” she demanded. “Ma’am, he’s not in. If he was expecting you, he would have told us to let you in,” the guard explained, and Martha scoffed again. “This is ridiculous. Take me to the company,” she said to her driver, who reversed and drove off.

Consequently, she did not think twice before smashing everything in the house. The boss of the jade shop had already run away by then. “Alright, you’re all thankless wretches!” Martha was livid. Her hair was a mess as she ran into the kitchen. Looking at the medicine that she had finished brewing, Martha felt a malicious thought surface in her heart. She had to be siding with him just because she was pregnant. The next day, she would watch Wynn drink the medicine with her very own two eyes. She would force her to drink it if she had to!

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Martha’s face, etched with a mask of pure horror, hovered above her. “Oh, my sweet girl,” the old woman whispered, her tears falling like hot needles onto Valentina’s cold skin. She pressed her fingers to Valentina’s neck. A flutter. A tiny, desperate spark of life. “You’re alive,” Martha breathed, her eyes darting toward the house. “God forgive me, but I can’t let him kill a child too.” Martha didn't have time for a rescue. She didn't have a car or a key. She grabbed a pile of heavy rocks and old logs from the garden edge, shoving them into the burlap sack to mimic the weight of a body.

I yelled at her and walked to put Charlotte inside the bedroom. Fabian was now talking to Martha. The other maids walked in, taking Charlotte in their arms right away and trying to put Charlotte to sleep. When I went outside, Martha was still talking to Fabian, so I told her without hesitating, "You're fired." Martha frowned at me and took a step forward to grab my arm tightly. "I lost this important job because of you! You have no idea what I'm dealing with! I have a family who needs me!"

Marco yelled, holding up three quivering fingers, teeth chattering, narrow shoulders shaking as he prepared to dive for yet another colored rock. “One minute,” Yari said firmly. “Two,” Marco responded. “‘Santo cielo’ (Dear God)… Everything is a negotiation with this boy of mine,” Yari muttered, making Leone set his teeth because Yari was complaining about a privilege not every man had. “Two minutes. That’s final! Then…” “Yari!” Norah came to the rail above them, at the edge of the pool deck. Her eyes were wide, her face pale. “Please, come! Gabby says her water broke!”

Was it bad that I was rock hard right now? Because seeing my woman stand up to this bitch was the most satisfying thing I’d ever experienced... “Excuse me?” Isabel threatened, her voice a gravelly growl and her eyes ablaze with her wolf. My body tensed, ready to step in if--- “I SAID,” Rhea repeated, shouting as if the other beta female was some old, hard-of-hearing crone. “OLD HAGS LIKE YOU NEED TO CUT THEIR LOSSES!” I wasn’t laughing…

Gun stood at the far end of the East Wing a part of the mansion cloaked in luxury, power, and silence. Unlike the brutal room Mia had once stumbled into, this space was clean, deadly in its elegance. Black marble floors. Velvet shadows. One wide window let in the night, and he stood in front of it like a dark god watching his kingdom.