Helluva Boss Striker Novels & Stories

"You lost her location but you know where she is or you lost both?" "Boss, let me explain. We…” "Quiet!" The man roared and all the men flinched, bowing their heads to the man speaking over the phone. "I don't care what you do, or how you do it. But I want you to find that girl for me, alive or dead!” he ordered and hung up. The man in casual clothes, known as Striker, felt a heavy weight descend upon him as the call ended. He clenched his teeth and fists, feeling the weight of the mistake he made.

I couldn't reconcile the Rachel who clung to me every day with the one betraying me now, and in our own home, no less. Quietly, I set the clothes back where I found them. My hand reached for the scissors on the table, and with my resolve hardening, I moved toward the bedroom door, ready to kick it open. Just then, the phone inside the room started ringing. I heard a man's voice pause mid-sentence. My boss? I couldn't have mistaken that voice if I had tried. It was Tommy Statham, my Avencia-born employer, speaking in his broken but unmistakable English.

But she was startled when her boss suddenly turned to face her. “Ah, Celeste, can you—” Alexis started to say, but Lenie interrupted him by yelling. “You?! You’re my boss?!” Lenie exclaimed, feeling a mix of annoyance and shock. The man she had argued with on the street and the one who had interviewed her turned out to be the same person. She suddenly wanted to back out, frustrated by this revelation. She closed her eyes in irritation. “What a small world, Miss. You’re the woman who got her clothes muddy, right? I didn’t notice it was you during the interview. Imagine that—I’m your boss. I guess you won’t be sassy with me anymore?” Alexis said smugly.

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.

I cannot tell how I managed to get to get back to the table, but I find my fists pressing barbarously on the hard wood. Boss? He is the new boss. Somebody,, please wake me up from this horrible dream. What kind of games can fate be playing with me right now, huh? And why? Didn’t he put me through enough pain and humiliation that he had to pop into my life again at this delicate moment and hold my fate? “Are you okay?” His face ignites fire in every part of my body.

His eyes wandered to my breasts and my eyes trailed to his figure, he wore a long-sleeved shirt with black slacks, his muscles bulged through his shirt and he just looked so manly and dominant. "You don't look so bad yourself" I replied. He started the engine and began driving to the restaurant. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" He questioned. I noticed his veiny hands gripping the wheel, he had golden rings spread across his fingers and a beautiful silver watch. "Well, my dad got me a job as an assistant in your company, a guy named Liam is gonna be my boss. Now I don't know if I should continue stripping or just do both jobs" I sighed.

I am not weak. I shoved her and bestow her cheek a thunderstorm slap “Bitch, I am not easy to be bullied, you want to show me hell," JUST YOU" I grin and give out a horrible laugh, No, baby girl, you can't, you know why because I have being there before, and I have experienced what its means to be in hell, I crawl out from there by myself. Bitch, I am the boss from hell, and I am your boss” I sneer at her gripping her hair tightly and if you dare come after me because of this kind of bullshit issue, I am going to show you the real hell itself because I am the lord and I am the queen of hell, you got that” I yell

I fucked myself hard, clit throbbing under my other hand— Held at the edge. Didn't fall. "Good girl. Such a good, desperate girl. Now—listen to me. Whatever name I have. Whatever face. I'm the man who knows how to destroy you. I'm the man who knows how to put you back together. And right now, I'm the man who's going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life." "Yes. Yes, please—" "Come, Velvet. Come now. Come for me."

When his eyes met mine, I knew something was off. “Eva,” he said, voice cool—too cool. “How is my boss?” The words hit me like a slap across the face. I froze. A slow chill worked its way up my spine, curling around my ribs, squeezing the air from my lungs. He was looking right at me, glass in hand, eyes dark and unreadable. “Your… boss?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. Henry’s expression didn’t waver. “Lucas. I meant Lucas.”

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.