Helluva Boss Side Characters Novels & Stories

His voice cracking, he said, "My wish… is for you to get your revenge—for all traitors to fall into the abyss!" His eyes were ablaze with determination, as he clearly believed that sucking up to the Final Boss was the key to his survival. Since the Boss died from torment, he would be set on revenge. The logic certainly checked out, but there was only silence. Seconds later, Morpheus spoke, his voice eerily calm. "You believe I need your blessing?" "What—" Julian was taken aback, even as black tendrils shot out of the ground and wrapped around him in a split second.

Father always seemed to do it without issue and then look me and his remaining three daughters in the eye as if he didn't do the most unforgivable act toward a human being. But I was supposed to be a ruthless crime boss, and killing is just a part of the game. Doesn't mean I like it, though. I know exhaustion reads deeply on my face. I put sunglasses on before leaving my room to hide the puffy, tired eyes that I could only put so much makeup on to hide it. I head straight for the fresh pot of coffee that has been made, but Leander stops me. He hands me a tumbler instead. He can't see me, but I'm eying him beneath the sunglasses. I bring the tumbler to my nose and open it enough to smell it.

Amelia's heart gave a traitorous twist. She crouched down instinctively, slow, not smiling, just trying not to spook whatever this was between them. "Hi there. You must be the boss around here." The haunted cherub just stared at her. But gaze flicked downward to her boots. Cracked leather. Purple laces. Salt stains. The kind of shoes you wore when you'd run out of better options. That reaction was enough. Amelia let herself smile. Not big. Just soft. "Yeah, they're ugly. But you can slide on hardwood like a champion. Ask my tailbone."

That was unexpected. “The pleasure is all mine Miss Blackwood” he goes to shake my hand. “And mine as well Mr?” I said. “Jo..Atlas. You may call me Atlas” he stated, still sporting that cheeky grin showing off a singular dimple. “Calliope, but you can call me Allie” I say, returning his smile. *End of Flashback* Well. I guess this is it. Walking across the threshold now. There’s no going back.

Mark, my other friend, commented, entering the game room. "She brought a bag full of dumbbells," Jack laughed. "You brought dumbbells here?" Mark raised his eyebrows, surprised by Jack's obsession with a muscular body. "I can't let my muscles rest," he said playfully. "The girl seems nice, maybe this time you two won't mess it up," Lucas, my other friend, said, looking at me and Jack with a stern look. "Since you always screw everything up." I directed my gaze from the pool table to Lucas and Jack.

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

He chuckled, pointing his nose and adjusting his shirt, he was very muscular, his pronounced biceps peeping through his designer vintage shirt. "It's wrong already, so it's not about how I get it. It's about what it is. And you know what, it is what it is. I'll be fine as always. And let me correct you, accept the fact that you need help. Even bosses need help too, so it's not embarrassing to need help." I added. "I really want to find out some personal things about him, and since you both have history, you're the right person to answer these questions." He indicated, looking slowly at the list he had in his hand.

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX