Helluva Boss Oc Novels & Stories

The boss asserted happily as he walked towards the girl who was still standing majestically with folded arms. “Have you ever heard of the name van!?” The girl asked, grabbing his shirts and biting on her lower lips seductively. What????? The boss asked, confused. “Your Doom” She smirked as she quickly aimed for his neck and twisted it abruptly. With that he fell to the floor lifelessly. “Ahhhhh” Ophelia screamed, covering her mouth with her hands. She has never witnessed a lady as terrifying as this in her entire life.

Her smile was already forming as she entered, and widened as she neared; the taps of her shoes silenced instantly as they sank into the plush carpeting of The Boss' office. "I actually threatened the CMO of a Fortune 100 company and it worked!" Gina exclaimed—referring to the meeting that afternoon. Her eyes were flashing with excitement, her entire face lit up. She put her hands on his desk and leaned forward, bringing her face close to his, and blew her air of joy into his breathing space. Rhonda had forgotten to button Gina's shirt all the way up—the top three remained unbuttoned—and what it revealed helped him to remember that in front of him was not a jubilant child but a fully grown wo

I woke up in an abandoned factory. Tied to a chair, my head throbbed like I'd been clocked pretty hard. I scanned the room, spotting two massive guys in black standing guard. Stay calm, I told myself. Reason with them. "How much do you want? My family can pay. Just don't—" "Shut up!" A sharp voice cut me off, and Fonda stormed in, looking like hell. Her eyes burned with pure rage. She didn't waste a second—walked right up and slapped me. Hard.

"You're playing with your life, you know that?" "He’s a devil." I slumped onto the couch. "He’s trying to kill me." "The Boss isn't a devil." Elena handed me a glass of water. "Devils actually have feelings. He’s a heartless machine." By 9 PM, I needed to forget. I dragged Elena to an underground club across the city. Neon purple lights flashed across my face. Shirtless male models danced on poles, their muscles gleaming. I raised my hand for a waiter.

The city that wanted a hero, even if that hero was made of lies. His chest tightened. Was he about to become part of the illusion? Was he going to stand before the cameras and tell millions that the Boss was not who everyone knew he was? The officer leaned closer. “Remember, Rico. The Boss is a good man. That’s all you need to say. Good men protect their families. Good men protect boys like you.” Rico shut his eyes. He wanted to scream, but his voice had long been stolen. Meanwhile, in his estate on the hill, the Boss poured himself a glass of aged whiskey. He stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker like dying stars.

Lena Carter only wanted a fresh start. After losing her previous job, she accepts a position at Blackwood Enterprises, unaware that her new boss is Adrian Blackwood—the ruthless CEO known for his icy temper, impossible standards, and hatred of employees who make mistakes. From their very first meeting, Adrian makes it clear that he doesn't want her there. Lena doesn't understand why. She has never met him before, yet Adrian treats her as if she has personally betrayed him. Every mistake becomes a reason to criticize her. Every argument between them only makes the tension worse. But Lena refuses to be intimidated. The more she challenges him, the more Adrian finds himself drawn to the w

She screamed, screaming hysterically, drowning in a wave of similar memories. "My princess, give me the offspring of the daughter of the sun, give me yourself, and I promise that I will protect you from the rest, as I have done until now, and from them you will give me normal children, who look like you. » He whispered to her, his breath fetid, his body sticky and cold, his dark eyes coming from the depths of Hell, he stretched out his arm touching her cheek, leaving a sticky trail under her, and she shrank, holding her breath, struggling to get rid of him, keeping him away from her, feeling him rush into her privacy. His fists are clenched, wandering and fidgeting, and his mouth is reaching

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

"While I clean your face, you'll answer my questions," Dagger says. I have my own question and it centers on the tattoo. I shake off the empathy the artwork invokes. The tone of Dagger's voice helps. Harsh and demanding has never worked in anyone's favor when dealing with me. Mr. Boss Man is about to find out that pushing my buttons is not going to work. "And if I don't?" It would have sounded tough if I hadn't winced when the cloth touched the edge of the cut on my forehead.