Helluva Boss Pfp Novels & Stories

” “Yes. You fool!” Raffa is annoyed. “I'm not stupid!” “Shut up and listen carefully, bad boy,” said Pevita. “Bad boy?!” “Why? Any problem?” Raffa sneered. “It's rude to call your boss a bad boy and make fun of me stupid.” Pevita doesn't care what Raffa says. “Now, take this money. The Director goes to the highway and you can wait for a taxi and if a taxi comes by. You can put a stop sign. Okay.” Pevita explains details.

They were exactly like the man's from my dream. His lips curled into a smile. Not the smile that made my cheeks go pink, no, not that one. This smile was cold, devour of warmth or humanity. This smile was like a living thing, speaking of many horrors. It continued to stretch across his face until his razor sharp fangs were exposed. No, it can't be. "Y…y…. You're a…." I chocked on the last word. He crouched to my level and grabbed my chin in a gentle hold.

Lei looked at me surprised **** "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" Vance shouted when they saw my boss's face buried in my chest. "Could you please help me first?" I responded coldly, then I asked for help to remove my boss's arms from my waist. "Ohhh . . .!" my boss yelled that he really looked like he was on drugs while still sinking into my chest. wtf "oh my god!" Vance moaned as he continued to pull me. "That's terrible, sis! This is the one who kissed you at sis Aiyie's wedding, isn't it?"

It hit the guy through his left chest and his eyes are wide open when he fell down on the couch “I told you to shut your filthy mouth”, my boss said but sad to say, I am not working for him. He couldn't even move a muscle when I pressed my gun at his head. “W–What is the meaning of this, Flare?”, he asked, confused and trembling. “Being your secretary doesn't suit me”, I said. “W–Who the hell are you?”, he looked at me with horrified expressions as if he saw a ghost but little did he know that I am more than that, I am his nightmare.

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

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."

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.

*click* *click* *click* I even put my phone on my chin and then I set the timer so that I can pose and I can hide my whole body with my out fit. I still look like a bad ss girl today, wearing a black leather jacket and then a tube white crop top, high waisted pants that are tattered and then combat boots and when I was satisfied with the pictures I took, I took out my phone, It would be better if I took a picture of myself so that I could get a better angle when I bet. I peeked out from my cell and then I looked around, just in case the police were busy at their tables with their paper works. I just scratched my head. Sadly, I can't seem to ask anyone to take my picture. Sigh.

Where are you going to Matteo looking like that? "With you. No one dare messes with my Serena. All for one, one for all. Hey! You're still the boss of Italy, no dog can take that from you" " Thanks. But you ain't coming" " We make a great team" " I can't let you take this Mafia path. It's bloody" " Then let's swim in the bloody pool boss" " Fine." " Good. Now let's get going". " Hey.. you're not the boss of me. I Am The Boss" I smiled.

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