Helluva Boss Reviews Novels & Stories

Bianca shuddered, goosebumps trailing her arms. "Your boss is a bully, everyone knows that, but he's also extremely cute you know". Bianca barfed dramatically, causing the others to laugh. "The ultimate bully is my boss tho. Len the beast" "You've been calling him by his name all night". "Because he's a jerk who does not deserve my respect out of the office. Such an awful jerk, ugh". "Don't stress your head girl, we got ourselves into this, let's just hope they change for the better."

“Don’t boss me around! We’re both lawyers!” “That’s not what your contract says, does it? Be ready at eight. That’s final.” If he keeps barking orders at me, I swear I’ll throttle him. Or claw his face off. Then again, he might sue me. Better just curse at him—but in a way that won’t get me into legal trouble. I wanted to yell Go to hell! but I held it in. He probably already knows his final destination. No need to rub it in. “You orangutan!”

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.

replied the boss to him furiously. Joshua smiled at him, he gave the dice to the boss, “,Roll the dice, it’s your turn first” then then boss rolled the dice. He listened carefully every moves of the dice. When he actually pretty sure that the dice stop rolling at the perfect score he opened the bowl and he got double six and single five. “shit! Why I’ve missed again!” he gritted his teeth and look angry because he didn’t perfectly got the perfect score.

The little light that slipped through the cracks was dim and dirty, as if even the sun recoiled from peeking into that place. Her body was marked—not just by wounds, but by a deep, almost lethal exhaustion. Her mind drifted between delirium and brief moments of clarity. Every muscle screamed. Her mouth was dry, her stomach shrunken. And worst of all was the silence… the silence between his visits. Because when he came, the silence ended—but the terror began. Footsteps echoed again in the narrow corridor. Heavy. Determined. She knew. It was him. The door burst open, slamming against the wall. The boss stormed in, his expression loaded, like someone returning from war. His eyes were hard, blaz

Every time he withdrew his fingers to the very edge of my entrance, he plunged them right back in, curling them upward to strike that deep, sensitive spot again and again while his thumb continued its merciless circles over my swollen clit. I'd never felt anything like this. Never experienced pleasure this sharp. This consuming. This terrifyingly good. My thoughts dissolved into nothingness until all that remained was the relentless friction of my boss's fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Nnnngh... Please." "Please what, Meret? Tell me what you want," he purred. "Do you want me to keep fingering you like a dirty little whore on the boardroom table?" "Yes..." I whimpered, comp

“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.

I say, and they smile at me. “Thank you. We trust you.” Hellen says on their behalf. “Okay. Make sure everything is in order. I heard the new boss does not entertain nonsense, so be careful.” I warn them because, the way Boss Martin said it, we really need to be really weary of him. And we cannot just screw things up on the first day. “And who is this new boss? Do you know him?” Hellen asks. I shake my head.

he asked, his tone husky. Olivia swallowed and stammered, "I swear, sir, I didn't know you were in there.” She replied breathlessly. Chad didn't look like he believed her, he hummed and with a smirk and grabbed the file from her hands, moving away to sit on the couch across me. It was not every day that a girl got to see her boss in nothing but a towel. Olivia cleared her throat and played with the hem of her dress, after what Chad had said, she was really getting wet underneath.

Then froze. Of course. Of fucking course. The universe hated me. Lukas stood inside alone. My boss looked infuriatingly perfect this morning, his dark suit fit him flawlessly, his silver watch gleamed beneath the overhead lights, his hair looked annoyingly neat. And those grey eyes, those awful, dangerous grey eyes, immediately found mine. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, it was just enough to tell me how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared straight ahead. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.