Helluva Boss Oc Novels & Stories

"Please, I'm begging you. Just open your eyes..." Marco and the other men stood back, terrified, having never seen their boss so broken and devastated. "Boss, let her go. The missus... she's gone." Vito looked up, his eyes blazing with a blood-red fury. "Anyone who says another word, I'll kill them!" "Boss, we need to... handle the arrangements..." An old retainer watched from the side, unable to bear it. "A normal birth is a brush with death as it is. But to be bitten by a viper during labor... Mother of God, the hell she must have gone through."

Instead, she’d been fucked into oblivion by the man she’d thought was just her demanding, impossible boss. Her demanding boss who was also her mysterious online Dom. Her demanding boss who’d made her scream his name loud enough that his neighbors probably heard. Loud enough that she’d lost her voice. Her demanding boss who’d held her after, who’d bathed her in his huge marble tub, who’d brushed her hair with such tenderness she’d nearly cried. She should feel violated. Manipulated. Used. Instead she felt… peaceful. More peaceful than she’d felt in years. Maybe ever. Like something inside her had finally clicked into place. Like a puzzle piece finding the slot it was always meant to fill. Lik

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

“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

Now the CEO had dropped the cup and pen, giving her undivided focus. Annabelle was going to say that was supposed to be her line, but knowing there were more important things to say, she placed her tab on the table, and watched her boss' reaction. Jade scrolled through the pages, willing her hands not to shake as she saw pictures of the previous night; of the model Kimberly Keelson on the floor with Ricky before her, then of Ricky punching Rafferty while she stared in shock. "Sweet Moly, which website uploaded this?" Jade asked, removing the glasses and rubbing her eyes tiredly. She was exhausted, completely. Why did Ricky have to simply compound her already existing problem?

Jenifer's words were still ringing in his ears. "Will you keep quiet and be a fool, Boss?" "Are you willing, the woman you love and are carrying your flesh and blood should be happy with another man?" "What kind of man are you, Boss? You can't even achieve your own happiness." "How will you make Evelyn happy? No wonder she left you." "Fighting for your life and your love you can't afford. Then, how are you going to live with someone you don't love?" "It's not destiny to play with you, but, you are too stupid, Boss."

“But….” “Do you want me to complain about what you did to the manager?” Shelly said sternly. “No, please don’t…”Romano said urgently and stripped off his clothes hurriedly one by one and Shelly's eyes glinted with pleasure as she could see he was well- and those abs were so tight that she wanted to feel it. She licked her lips and watched as he removed his boxers and his hard cock sprang free. Which was too big and so ready that Shelly smiled with satisfaction as she could feel her core getting wet.

“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.

He held a thick envelope in one hand and a phone in the other. “Boss.” His voice cracked. “You need to see this.” Luca's expression instantly changed as he stepped in front of me, subtly but deliberately, like a human shield. “Talk.” The man hesitated only a second before giving him the envelope. Luca opened it to reveal some photos. I could not see the details, but I could see the tightness in his jaw and the tick near his temple. Then the phone was passed, and a video was already playing. It had no sound, just grainy images. I quietly stepped around him and took a peek.