Helluva Boss Side Characters Novels & Stories

"It's Bambi." It would be lovely to touch it. "Oh, nice," he said instead, then finished his drink. Physically, Roy himself was Gina’s counterpart. He was quite handsome and with broad shoulders that tapered to a lean waist and a powerful core. Muscular yet lean, a disciplined gym-goer with teasing, clear blue eyes who walked with an air of arrogance; knowing the full effect of his looks which did things to the female population. At times, though, Gina caught him with a dull facial expression. Something that never happened with The Boss.

If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location. The moment his cooldown ended, Jack dragged me and fled back to the real world. Because the bosses in the horror game could not enter the real world. After finishing off the last two players, all the bosses gathered to hold a meeting. The Patchwork Monster straightened a crushed chair, took out needle and thread, and stitched it back together. Soon he made a new table and ten chairs. All the SS-rank and SSS-rank entities gathered around and looked at the boss leading the group.

I looked toward Katlyn before gently motioning for her to step slightly closer. “There is someone I would like you to meet.” Katlyn obeyed before stopping beside me. I looked between both women. “Katlyn…” “This is Gamma Valeria.” “The Head of Border Security and one of Silverclaw’s strongest warriors.” Valeria offered Katlyn a respectful nod. “It is genuinely a pleasure meeting you properly.” Katlyn returned the greeting politely enough. “It is nice meeting you as well.” Her voice remained courteous. But I guess that was about the extent of her interest.

I slash him. “...Arrgh.” He grunts, red bubbling across his chest. “You psycho." You’re not pushing me away. You love it. You enjoy pain, right? “P-Peach.” Arden clutches the sheets as I lick the trail on his chest. “Suck me already.” He tastes so badly good. My shit head boss. I slash his arm. Not severe, but deep enough to mark him. He’ll remember this night when he grovels at my feet, begging for mercy, where there’s none.

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."

Dimitri looked at Angel with a frown and a disappointed look. Angel gulped nervously. She was trapped in her own game. "I apologize. My boss is not like that. Xander Whithold is a good boss.” "You said your boss was an old man with a pot-belly and a perverted brain." “A-actually….” “Angel has a great sense of humor. She didn't mean that. I forbid her from sharing my profile with strangers. But because you just slapped my hand and accused me of hurting Angel, I'm forced to show my true identity to you."

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me. But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed. _

The silence made Alaya look up too. “Is that…?” she asked slowly. “Turn the volume up.” Tasha grabbed the remote and hit the button. “So she’d been his side chick all along?” the interviewer asked, brows raised with performative shock. “Oh yeah,” said a familiar voice — dripping with fake sweetness. Alaya’s heart dropped. Selena. “He used to take her on yachts, private vacations, spoil her rotten,” Selena went on, flipping her wig dramatically. “She was basically draining him dry.”

"Do not worry about your car. It will be taken cared of" Kushi scoffed. "She was planning to trash the car and now that it did this, I'm sure Sybil won't be riding it ever. She hates things that fail her" "Kushi" I called in a warning and she gave me an incomprehensive look. I turned my gaze to Helaena. "You keep saying we. Who are you referring to?" "My boss. I'm a glorified assistant" she joked but I was too stressed to even smile. "Where's your boss?" Kushi asked, and Helaena pointed to a covered figure beside me. I jumped, for the first time noticing the body sprawled beside me. "Jesus Christ! What the hell" I got out, my hands clutching at my ribs.