Helluva Boss Stolas Daughter Novels & Stories

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

He kept his head lowered, carefully stopping a respectful distance away from the imposing figure, sensing the dangerous aura that always radiated from the boss. "Capo," the assistant spoke, his voice low but sharp with urgent reverence. He bowed his head slightly, waiting for permission to speak further. When the figure didn't move, the assistant swallowed hard and delivered the news. "We have obtained some important information regarding the Rossi brothers. Our deep-cover sources indicate that the daughter of the Valli family, June Valli, is the brothers' absolute weakness."

"The same eyes… even down to the attitude. She was just as stubborn.” That strange, skin-crawling feeling returned. I swallowed hard, forcing out a small, breathless laugh as I yanked my hand free under the guise of tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I suppose I take after her a bit. She is my mother after all.” Stolas didn't seem offended by me pulling away. Instead, he leaned in even closer. "You far surpass Willow," he murmured, his voice dropping so low that only I could hear it over the music. "In beauty, in grace, in spirit... Willow is a child. My son was blind to ever waste a second on her when he could have had you."

“This girl you speak of, she knows how to kill them? Does she perhaps know how to find us as well?” “She does.” “Interesting.” Voldin looked amused at this point. “I will help you contain them. But that girl you speak of, if she is who I believe her to be, I will want to take her alive when we deal with the packs.” “Why are you interested in this girl?” My curiosity got the better of me, prompting me to ask. “She is my daughter, Stella. Get your preparations in order, we will do the boundary spell very soon. When they wake up to come after us at dawn, they will find themselves unable to leave the area.”

One is a freelancer with no social media presence—interesting, but no familyl connections I can find. And one... one is perfect. Almost too perfect. Maya Rossi. Daughter of Antonio Rossi. Twenty-eight years old. Head of Media Relations for the Cape Town Falcons hockey team. Which is owned by the Rossi family. My blood runs cold. I click through to her professional photos. Dark hair pulled back severely. Sharp, intelligent eyes. Beautiful in that controlled, untouchable way. It could be her. The bone structure is right. But in these photos, she looks nothing like my Stella—all ice where Stella was fire, all armor where Stella was vulnerability.

It was so cute watching her act all brave when even a snail could smell her fear from miles away. “I'm going to tell you what I told your father—” “Step,” I corrected. She paused like I had just said a strange word. “Luc is my stepfather,” I repeated. She blinked. “Well,” she drawled, “I'm going to tell you what I told Luc: I didn't know you guys were the people who employed me.” I studied her carefully. Her eyes remained firm, despite her body trembling under my cold gaze. Then I slowly started walking closer.

"She is the daughter of the head of the Keppa's clan. Her father is indisposed, and he asked her to represent him." "Why don't you let her introduce herself." I cut him a stern glare. The lady stood up, and I marveled at her perfect figure. Damn! Not even Gemma stands a chance. Where have you been all my life? I almost said that out loud before biting down on my hunger. "Pardon me, Alpha. I am Ciara Torres, the Daughter of Collin Torres. I am only representing my father for today. You don't have to worry about seeing me again." She smiled so beautifully. Suppose the goddess makes this many beauties. I wonder how she looks.

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.

Ceres (to the room): "You want a puppet. Not a Luna. Not a leader." Blythe (finally speaking, VoiceVoice steady but dangerous): "She is my daughter. If she chooses to rule, she will do so on her terms." Vito (snarling): "Then she'll do it alone." Ceres (to Aldren, with cold fire): "You want to purify me? Try. But you'll regret it." (As Aldren turns away with a calculated nod, one of the flamebearers rushes in, clutching a sealed scroll. His face is pale.)

The middle-aged man’s eyes glistened with a violent glint. Kayson said nonchalantly, “Your staff members attacked me first. Could it be that it is still my fault for fighting back? “According to you, I’m supposed to stand there obediently while this Hoffman beats me to death?” The middle-aged man sneered and said, “Since you’re in Eden Joy’s establishment, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t behave yourself and stand there obediently.” Shyla furrowed her eyebrows and said, “I’m Shyla, Jeremy Tinsley’s daughter. If I’ve offended you in any way, I hope that you can forgive us.”