Helluva Boss Side Characters Novels & Stories

There was Brian, who had mixed African-American skin, and Glen, who had curly hair and liked to play melancholic music on his laptop during breaks, and finally there was Ashida, a man of Japanese descent with slanted eyes. "Key, I'm the leader of the Character Division, but later you will meet our boss, who oversees all departments. He's the boss who owns this entire building, but for the game, it seems that our boss is more interested in managing the Love Triangle division. So, our boss will be the one who will ask any question you a lot. Since you're new, I'll take you to meet the boss." Tony explained to Keyara, who responded enthusiastically with a nod. Tony then bowed slightly towards K

When he saw Dante calmly approaching him with a chair, Cain angrily threw a punch to hit Dante, but the prison boss easily moved to the side and slammed the iron chair right on his back, adding to the pain. A piercing scream echoed around the room, getting every inmate to stop what they were doing to watch. Dante, as expected, didn't show Cain mercy. He gave the huge inmate three more slams on the back, got his chair snatched by a furious Cain who thought he was wise, but ended up taking heavy blows from the psycho boss himself. "Yes! Beat him up!" The prisoners chanted, taking Dante's side. Even the cops who were fed up with Cain's bullying, joined in the chant, supporting Dante!

She stumbled through the hallway, past cubicles and confused coworkers, until she spotted the supply closet at the end of the hall. She shoved the door open and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind her. She twisted the lock with her shaking fingers. She pressed her back against the wall, gasping for air. Her hands trembled violently. Her mind replayed the image again and again, Lucien’s fangs, sharp and inhuman, glinting under his office lights as he held that lady’s neck like prey. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her ribs. Fangs. She’d seen fangs. Real ones. On her boss.

His aura of dominance radiated once more, filling the cramped apartment room. ​"I am a werewolf. Not just a regular wolf, but an Alpha. And what you did last night was a massive insult and a highly inappropriate act." ​Nichole fell silent for a moment. She stared at her boss's face—handsome and fierce, yet now looking so convincing in his delusion. ​Instead of arguing or panicking again, Nichole actually smiled even wider. An understanding smile she often gave her five-year-old nephew when the boy claimed to be a superhero.

"You're playing with your life, you know that?" "He’s a devil." I slumped onto the couch. "He’s trying to kill me." "The Boss isn't a devil." Elena handed me a glass of water. "Devils actually have feelings. He’s a heartless machine." By 9 PM, I needed to forget. I dragged Elena to an underground club across the city. Neon purple lights flashed across my face. Shirtless male models danced on poles, their muscles gleaming. I raised my hand for a waiter.

she snapped, “You might be dramatic. And insufferable. And have a god complex half the time but you’re not her. You are not selfish. You’re smart, not as smart as me—” I chuckled, at the confidence in her tone. “---but still very smart, You’re stubborn, yes but You care more than any boss I've overworked with.” “Aren't I the only boss you've worked with?” “That's besides the point.” She countered waving her arms, “ What I'm saying is underneath all that dramatic playboy lifestyle, you’re a good man, strong and loyal, and it would be stupid of you to believe you are anything less.” Her words struck a chord within me, my heart hammered wildly as I process them slowly. I blinked, struggling to

The leather seat was cold and somehow, Chad seated next to her made the entire air freaking hot. Her boss was none other than Chad Steele, billionaire heir and Playboy of the city. He was a ruthless businessman and a cassanova. Chad Steele wasn't one to settle for anything, not even in business. Woman fell all over him and he had his daily pick. When Olivia had gotten an appointment letter from Steele Inc, she'd made herself a promise to stay away from her boss, but clearly fate has other plans. Somehow, she ended up his secretary after the last one resigned without reason and now, the very man she planned to avoid was in her face 24/7.

he leaned in to whisper when I placed my arm in his. I giggled quietly, letting my head fall then lifting it again. "And you look absolutely charming, handsome.” I replied sweetly. He did look very handsome, with his black pants and carbon colored sweatshirt. He accessorized with a watch I knew was expensive, a little gold chain around his neck, and black sneakers. He did his hair into a small bun, letting a few strands fall forward. It wasn't so extra but he looked absolutely perfect. He was definitely going to pull some heads at this party, especially from members of my gender.

” Boss Hen exclaimed irritated. “How long do we have to listen to this nonsense?” Herman asked tired of listening to these weirdos” conversation. “Just shut up and play already, you dumbass!” Cakra enraged irritated. “Yes, sir.” They both answered awkwardly. They start playing now. The screen shows the character selection section. “I choose Jin!” Boss Hen chooses Jin. “Oh no!” Herman exclaimed. “What”s wrong?” Kartika asked. “Jin is the strongest character in Tekken! His combos are deadly, not to mention his combo deals great damage up to 40% HP when he goes berserk!” Herman exclaimed in panic.

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