Helluva Boss Martha Novels & Stories

"I have three more pots to finish before the evening shift. I am not slacking, I promise. Please don't tell the Alpha." "To hell with the pots, and to hell with the Alpha!" Martha snapped, her maternal instincts overriding any fear of Torin’s wrath. She roughly snatched the scoring pad from Eva’s bleeding, wrapped fingers and tossed it into the basin. "Look at you! You can barely stand! You're going straight back to your room, and I am fetching the pack healer."

In their heat, they left the stall hastily, just managing to walk normally into the waiting car. Gornat drove them back to The Boss' apartment. Inside the limousine within that 30 minutes' drive, The Boss had entered Rhonda with his fingers six different ways, pumping in and out until she almost passed out. Her breasts were mauled in such a way it had red marks all around. Even when he was sorry and tried to soothe them with gentle kisses, the nipples wouldn't back down, they stayed hard and defiant.

The same boss whom one human can't even satisfied The same boss that fuck five boss to death and wasn't satisfied "Heavens are with you" Jenna said "Oh, you crap. You are so scared of his little monster!.....He's gonna go into coma for a month when I'm done with your boss. Trust that " She smile Jena scoffed, "I hope your p***y is ready for the reality death ." BLUEY laughed, unable to help herself. "Oh, you naive human. You don't know who Bluey is—" she paused suddenly, looking at the door. "I should get going.... I don't want to keep your boss starved_ She paused and walked to the door

He needs to let go of what happened to his brother Julius Artemis to get back in track. We are already familiar with Helion Mary. A black beret. The strongest female lead and the first Null to get three stars within the space of few months. We are also familiar with Waters Sylver AKA Mercury. A black beret. Very observant with her environment and has a sharp statistical sense of reasoning.

“I was better off in the shadows.” I felt a faint buzz on my wrist, enough to grab my attention. The moment my gaze connected with the bracelet on my wrist, my heart stopped. My chest tightened with dread. “Becca.” I stood up, and Lewis’s eyes followed me as I marched past him. “Boss, where are you going?” My eyes narrowed at the doorway as my fists clenched. “My woman needs me.” Since I’d already stepped out of the shadows, I might as well make it worth it.

Rusty (not his real name but she called him that because his hair was the same ugly orange colour) had a limp, Yellow (yellow teeth from chain smoking) scuffed his heels along the ground but today she had the displeasure of being escorted by Hammer (because his punches felt like being hit with a hammer). "Get up." Hammer's gruff voice growled as a painful vice-like grip squeezed Thalia's upper arm and pulled her off the bed like she was a doll. "The boss wants to see you." Thalia didn't bother to reply and tried to keep up with the large male's pace, cold bare feet slapping against the soggy stone ground. Much to her dismay it was still dark out, suggesting she hadn't been down in the cells

Sephora was cunning. Ambrose smiled a little, ducking a dark blade aimed for his head, just as thunder rumbled as Lady Valda struck her Shadow with bolts of lightning. The Shadow went down with a blood-curdling scream, writhing on the floor in pain. Lady Valda's dark eyes were filled with deadly satisfaction, as she sent another blast of lightning upon the Shadow. The Shadow stopped screaming.

Although in this situation, I wasn't sure who the sea was or who the shoreline was supposed to be. I drank up the whiskey from the glass I held, the only thing to keep me rational. Maria had looked me straight in the eyes and called me worthless, she acted as though I was nothing to her. All our years together, she had thrown down the drain without a second thought. My blood boiled and I felt nothing but sheer anger as I dashed the glass against the wall and washed it shatter to pieces, just like my pride. Just like my heart. Remembering her words, reading them off her lips, and watching them burn into my skin was torturous and my brain wouldn't stop. It didn't replay those moments where I s

If looks could kill, pretty face here would be dead and gone. "You're so petty Trisha. All you ever do is spread cheap gossip and try to put people down just to feel better about yourself. You are just a shameless, low spirited wannabe Gabriella and I suggest you walk out now with your head, your face and makeup still intact cause if you don't, I will pluck your eyes out myself!" Martha threatens angrily and I'm beyond surprised. This had to be the first time I'm hearing Martha talk without sounding like an angry child. She looks so serious right now and her threat seemed to take a very pale Trisha by surprise.

Martha’s ominous words triggered Halle’s memories to come flooding back in a dizzying rush – the warehouse confrontation, Xavier…a gun being pointed at her… Fear for him clutched at Halle with icy talons. “What…did you do?” she forced out through ragged breaths, summoning every ounce of strength to give the words sound. Martha simply chuckled at Halle’s weak protests, the bone-chilling sound sending dread pooling in the pit of her stomach. “I’ve simply ensured everything will unfold precisely as I desire,” she replied cryptically. “Xavier’s foolish crusade ends here. And you, my dear, have a front row seat to his destruction, if you ever see each other again, that is,” She added coldly, not