Helluva Boss Striker Novels & Stories

The Luna blinked, her jaw clenching slightly at my sharp tone. "And as for your money?" I let out a soft, mocking chuckle, flashing the heavy diamond ring in her face. "Keep it. I don't need a single cent from you. Lukas is my boss, and he is already legally obligated to pay me well enough for my time. So you can take your nasty attitude and leave." The Luna stood there speechless, her face turning an ugly, furious shade of red as she realized she couldn't break my pride. But before she could even find her voice to snap back at me, the side door to the dressing room creaked open.

I said before drinking my iced coffee and eating an Alcapone doughnut. “It’s already over, yes, but that kind of thing is still infuriating. You’ve been at your job for so long, then they just fire you like that. What’s that? Don’t they value their employees at all? Who is your boss so I can punch her lungs,” Charlie said angrily. “You’re stupid. She’s a woman,” I told him. “So what? I’ll pull her hair if she wants,” Charlie replied. I laughed because his ridiculous side was showing again.

I shouted over the alarm. He didn’t look up. “I have to.” I watched him work, hands shaking, sweat running down his face. For a moment he didn’t look like the cold, untouchable boss who ruled the company. He looked human. Scared. Determined. And I hated that part of me wanted to reach for him. A distant rumble shook the floor again. Cracks spread across the walls. The beeping turned into one long, piercing sound. “Two minutes!” I yelled.

I slash him. “...Arrgh.” He grunts, red bubbling across his chest. “You psycho." You’re not pushing me away. You love it. You enjoy pain, right? “P-Peach.” Arden clutches the sheets as I lick the trail on his chest. “Suck me already.” He tastes so badly good. My shit head boss. I slash his arm. Not severe, but deep enough to mark him. He’ll remember this night when he grovels at my feet, begging for mercy, where there’s none.

And, I bet that it's more than a hundred words. This is just so effin' great! A bossy, perfectionist, arrogant, and a bit of a jerk for a boss... I'm gonna be enjoying this for sure. Damn!

Aisha sobbed. "Dami?"the man finally moved his head. "Yes Dami" "There's no Dami here please go" the man said then continued to watch his movie on the wall. Aisha turned to leave, convincing this man to see Dami will be hard,she thought. If Dami was a drug dealer,the thought of it made her eyes teary, then he would have a drug Lord name or something. What if...?. She turned. "I'm here to see Boss,he told me to tell you that" she said with a little confidence in her voice.

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me. But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed. _

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