Helluva Boss Oc Novels & Stories

Maybe he knows the *boss* from somewhere. Boss came out of the hiding into the light... Clear enough for everyone to see his face. Henry shuddered a little but regained his composure and a little smirk crept on his face... "Hello Thomas!!!!" He greeted in a sly smile. This is one hell of a person I've seen. He isn't scared at all. He even called boss by his name. Even the ants of the streets would be scared on hearing his name. Talk less of calling his name...

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

"Because I can feel your hormones rising when you're near me. Your body desires me, Carter. I don't think you can force me out of here when your own flesh is begging me to stay." With a swift movement, Carter pulled a small red scarf from his pocket, imbued with holy water and prayers of light. A white incandescence began to glow from the fabric. Without hesitation, he pressed it against Dorian’s forehead. "DEMON, LEAVE THIS BODY! I COMMAND YOU BY THE ETERNAL LIGHT!" Carter screamed. Dorian let out a barely audible moan that didn't sound human. His body recoiled before the authority of the divine order. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest tightly, as Dorian Thorne’s face contorted in a

“I haven’t even spoken to my boss about it yet, I still have a project pending his approval.” Boss. My heart did a stupid little jump. We greeted people as we walked. I smiled at everyone like I belonged there already. When we got close to the boss’s office, I straightened my dress and prayed the door would be open. It was. Dad stepped forward first, greeting Mr. Rowan. And then my eyes met his. For a brief, impossible second, it was like the world slowed. My stomach flipped, my breath caught in my throat. He looked away almost immediately.

Keep laughing asshole, I am doing your damn job, Doona thought. "That's... that's exactly what I said. Are you deaf? I clearly said hypoallergenic. Ugh, the people they hire here are so rude." The old woman huffed and pulled the shampoo out of Doona's hands. "So is it hypoallergenic?" She demanded from Doona. "Absolutely." Doona stared innocently at the woman; she then placed three types of shampoos into the woman's cart. Doona watched the old woman walk away after the woman was done shouting at Chihun and hissing at Doona.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

Hugging him, in fact, had been quite an experience, but then countless thoughts came to my mind. He is my bosses' son. He is my bosses' son... I repeated that phrase several times in my mind. He was certainly Mr. Scott's son, feeling or imagining something inappropriate with him would be disrespectful. Besides, I didn't want Mrs. Taylor to end up being right. The lights in the apartment unexpectedly went out. It seemed that the storm had caused a blackout. Oh God. Everything was in darkness, and I could barely see anything except for the reflections of lightning invading the apartment through the glass windows. I walked slowly towards the kitchen exit, afraid of bumping into something. It wa

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

She always did. The phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. Calliope hesitated before opening it, but the words made her stomach drop: “People are watching. Don’t think you can hide everything. The world knows more than you think.” Her hand shook as she dropped the phone onto the desk. The timing was too precise, the words too deliberate. Jessica’s reach was long—and the public frenzy had made it even more dangerous.

"She's gone completely crazy. Wait! Don't tell me your boss is hot, and he's every woman's dream, and you fell in love with him at first sight… that's an old story. Remember, that brought you your first heartbreak and…" "Do I look dumb to you? I'm done with all that love shit! I was going to say that… my boss, gosh, his dick was freaking big and scary!" I gushed, emphasising the size with my hands. Hannah looked at me with squinted eyes and examined my neck for signs of malaria or fever. "Maybe you actually have a problem in your head. I will call Dr. Halmes to fix you up," she scoffed. "Hannah, I am perfectly fine!” I continued loudly. “I stroked his big dîck and even sucked it until he cum