Helluva Boss Side Characters Novels & Stories

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

She really couldn't imagine such a horrible thing. ____________ The largest room in the main building is the Boss's private room. The man was wearing only a black shirt and hunting pants. Surrounding him always showed a dangerous and scary aura, Boss's gloom and cold made those around him not dare to approach and fear him. Chad is the same, he is very afraid to face the scary eyes like the devil of the Boss. Although in the eyes of the members of the base, the Boss was like a god who saved them from the swamp and death caused by Vampires. That's right, Boss is the powerful Vampire hunter at the head of this hunter organization, Boss' ancestors are also professional and reputable Vampire hunt

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

As far as we could remember, Big Boss already made it clear to the Blue Moon Pack that we should not get involved with his battle against Nathan and the remaining of the Crescent. "They're here to help me, you evil monster!" Nathan assumed that. "Because they were my friends despite our differences. And friends always protect each other." "That was too sweet of your friends, Nathan. But make sure your friends can protect you till the last day of their breaths. And is willing to crawl with you to hell, of course. They can do that, can't they?" Big Boss casually asked. "Yes. My wolf is willing to crawl even to the deepest part of hell, Big Boss. And we'll make sure that if you dragged us to he

Her focus was solely on the new boss, calculating her odds of dealing with it in future dungeon farming sessions. While Oritha and Sasha prepared for battle, Zen narrated his observations to Liu Feng. The boss’ silhouette looked familiar. That flashy sense of fashion brought back unwanted memories. For a moment, the chef thought Lil’ Mushade’s father was back for revenge. Thankfully, it was not the case after the smoke cleared. The only similarity this badass boss shared with the cringey rapper was their love for grand entrances. The bald white puffball’s name was Huff N Puff. The boss wore a classic fedora and had his shades on, another similarity with Lil’ Mushade. Everyone figured out why

God of the fight, ‘…” Light, ‘…. Asher, “…” Jason’s POV: I looked at the computer screen and screamed, “Third master, look, this is simply a miracle. Look, after all our team members died, Lucifer played the auxiliary character and killed the world Boss Phantom by himself. He is awesome.” Rican looked at the male character on the computer. He stood in the wind with his clothes fluttering and at his feet lay the crops of the Boss and the four players. His lips curved slightly. “She is as tough as in the game as she is the reality.”

"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.

he added. “H-He’s not—” “We know each other... from a long time ago,” Draken suddenly answered in a cold tone. “Sorry about that, bro. I didn’t know you were a friend of Mathia,” Charlie apologized. “I’m not his friend,” I corrected quickly. Charlie frowned slightly. “Not your friend? Then what is he to you?” “I’m her boss,” Draken answered, then looked straight at me. I nervously returned his gaze, but his face showed no emotion.

The air grew colder, damper, carrying the faint mineral smell of underground water. Inside the main chamber, perhaps twenty men waited beneath the dim glow of battery lamps. The ceiling disappeared into darkness; enormous stalactites hung like the fangs of some ancient beast. In the center stood Don Bertaleo, the current boss of bosses, a small, compact man from the interior whose quiet voice could order a dozen deaths before breakfast. He held a huge machete in one hand, its blade catching the lamplight, his head slightly bowed in the traditional gesture of humility before the assembly. Some of the older representatives wore the coppola, the flat cap of the countryside, pulled low over thei