Helluva Boss Reviews Novels & Stories

He put the pen down on the desk and stood up, walking slowly towards me. "How are you, my angel?" he asked in that hoarse voice that made my legs go weak. "I am wonderfully well!" "Oh really?" He gave a short laugh. "And may I know the reason why you are so well?" "Ah, it's because I was very well fucked by my boss!" I said as if I was talking about the weather. "Your boss is a lucky guy!" He laughed even more. "He really is. But he's also a very hot guy, with a huge cock and everything he does is amazing."

His eyes wandered to my breasts and my eyes trailed to his figure, he wore a long-sleeved shirt with black slacks, his muscles bulged through his shirt and he just looked so manly and dominant. "You don't look so bad yourself" I replied. He started the engine and began driving to the restaurant. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" He questioned. I noticed his veiny hands gripping the wheel, he had golden rings spread across his fingers and a beautiful silver watch. "Well, my dad got me a job as an assistant in your company, a guy named Liam is gonna be my boss. Now I don't know if I should continue stripping or just do both jobs" I sighed.

Elena screamed on the phone hysterically as soon as she was able to contact her friend. She was now lying on her bed and looking at the ceiling while she heard her friend chuckling on the other line. She was too pissed at the fact that her boss made her feel all hot and bothered and just left her there all confused and annoyed. All the way back to the city, all that she could think about was the moment her boss told her that she passed. She felt like she was lied to, she was used, and she was a toy that he used for amusement. She was able to keep herself together so the staff and the drivers didn’t have to be bothered by her, but deep down, she wanted to kill her boss. He pissed her off so m

Happy Baby: “Did That they trick you kill the three Bosses, and then they got the hidden Boss.” I deliberately said to make everyone misunderstand the first three Bosses were all beaten by me, and I was kicked by Alina when the hidden Boss came out. Sunny life: “It was a bit disgusting. Someone helped Lucifer out while Lucifer kicked her out. Live Cool: “Goddess is so ungrateful. Who would dare to play with her in the future?”

"Mmmph… New Era Opening Content! The taste… is astral! The aroma… divine! THIS… THIS HAS TO GO VIRAL IN EVERY DIMENSION!" ZF-BOSS roared, his glowing red eyes widening until they nearly popped out of his skull. He leaped from his chair, his bloated body trembling violently, the dented freezer on his back clattering discordantly. His new Upgrade Camera (Shockproof & Anti-Cringe) emitted a bright blue light, recording every detail of the bowl of Indomie in front of him with a hysteria Bima had never witnessed before.

A Higheels Please leave a review to support my knuckles. Thanks a bunch, guys!!

The Boss Monster in this room had no throne or regal elegance to it. It was simply an extremely robust BigFoot who had a giant halberd made of ice. This Boss wasn’t as tall as the Boss Monkey Monster, but it seemed much more muscular and intimidating. It also had a weapon, which made it even more dangerous. It stood before Rey, more like a warrior than a king. ‘It must have some decent combat experience. I can’t afford to underestimate it.’ Rey thought to himself as he glared at the beast. Taking in his surroundings, Rey noted the spaciousness of the Boss Room—it was designed like an arena.

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-boss? "How did you get in?" I asked with my voice sounding like I just ate a gallon of ice cream all at once. Mmmmm...ice cream sounds real nice… His head jerked towards me and he ended the call before rushing to my side. "How are you feeling?" he asked, placing his hands on my forehead, checking my temperature. "Fine. Now tell me how you got in?" I said with more emphasis, trying to prove that I really was fine, except that my throat would put the Sahara Desert to shame.

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.”