Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

A few bulky bodyguards stepped in. They slammed me down and ripped my clothes off. A neon vest—"FAKE"—went on. A placard hung from my neck. The camera zoomed in for the livestream. [Hell yeah! You're the king! This is peak content. Every expose hits hard!] [Thought rich dudes act untouchable why you crawling now.] [Philip, don't stop. Keep it coming. Need the next part.] Philip looked down at me. "My fans want it? I deliver."

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

And he broke the volley of its promises by drawing her to him on top of her body, holding it in his arms and chest, small, soft and thin, fragile and solid, strong and stubborn, his eyes shining in the midst of the pitch-black darkness, capturing her attention, and in a deep and hoarse voice he told her: "I don"t have anything for you Eva, you yourself discovered my shadows, my hell and my darkness, you touched my reality, if you were to enter my world, you had to be ready for my hell, strong and a fighter, to fight so that the shadows of my hell would not overpower you and drag you into it, I have nothing to I give it to you, except for my sincerity to you, except for my promise that you al

“The Boss sent this for you.” I held out my hands, and he dropped a white, rectangular box into them. It was a top-of-the-line smartphone, the most expensive model being advertised. I stood there, completely stunned. “There must be a mistake… This…” “The Boss doesn’t make mistakes,” he said, turning his back and walking away, leaving me confused with the box in my hands. I hid it under my apron and hurried back to my room.

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

He needed to end things quick and concentrate on the main problem "Leader there's no sign of the third master or the big boss what do we do???" "What!!!" Klout replied as he kept on invading the attacks thrown at him, husvgun had been long kicked out of his hands so now he had to attack with fists, judging by his expression and slight confusion it gave the other man a chance to Capitalize and give him a punch which threw him back almost falling to the ground, touching his lips and seeing it was bleeding Klout smirked as he licked the blood "Let me guess seems like your big boss might be joining me in hell afterall isn't it?? Or wait he's already in hell"

But since the problem wasn't mine, I relax and enjoy the ride, taking the opportunity to get to know London a little. *** It seemed like Joshua had an obsession with big things. Similar to his apartment, his company had countless floors, and at the top of the building, the name S. J Cosmetic stood out. I follow Joshua inside the gigantic building. It looked like a model runway inside. Everyone dressed elegantly and walking hastily. I couldn't count how many people were there, but it was a huge amount, and it was only the first floor. All the employees greeted Joshua, who nodded briefly. We head towards the elevator, and as expected, Joshua presses the last button, even though there was anoth

I am just staring at my phone while Talla is already helping Dad eating. "Yes, True. Is he really Miss. Kellah's boss or uhmm.. " I heard Talla and also trying to glance at me like she is trying to dig information. "Stop it Talla. He is just my daughter's boss. I'm sure Kellah don't have time for that kind of things." Dad answered and I also nodded about what he said. "Yeah, Dad's right Talla. He is just my boss." I answered and finally took a bite from my bacons.

She cast caution to the wind, just to win this one game with him. "Yes, really Boss. I want to know." No man could resist Rhonda or Gina when they meant business. Least of all the Boss—it was just they never knew. They were not even sure if sexual innuendos worked on him. Rhonda took a gamble. The Boss knew his own weakness. They wouldn't want to find out, he thought. He had to send a message. He sat back on his chair, sighed, then,

Camila wrists was tied high up to the roof, her toes barely torching the floor. "I lost everything because of you. You damn bitch. WHIP" "You will die tonight. WHIP" "And when am done with you," Boss made a swift exchange with his belt. Locking the tail of the leather around his palm. His evil grin shows how much worse he will lash the buckle on her. "Expect to see you father and brother with you in hell."