Helluva Boss Striker Novels & Stories

Melissa’s POV The store manager glared at us, irritated and acting like he was the most important person in the world, the voice of reason. "Look here, all four of you, get out of my store! You want to know who I am? I'm the boss around here, I'm the one in charge, I make the rules," he spoke full of himself and walked toward Luna, raising his hand to grab her arm, but before he could close his grip, Douglas pulled Luna back and Sandra tripped the man, who fell like a rotten tomato.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

I frowned and picked up. “Tessa Lane,” my boss’s voice cracked through the speaker, irritated, sharp. “I don’t care what PR drama you’re involved in—there’s a live match tomorrow. Santiago is on the lineup. That’s your job. Your real job. Not acting like a girlfriend, focus on your job this time.” “I know—” “No. You listen. I want exclusive footage, pre and post-game. Interviews if possible. I want your full attention, or don’t come back to the office.”

I shouted, clutching the front of the shirt I was wearing tightly, as if holding my shattered heart in my fingers. "It's nothing like that." Cassian roared, running his hands through his hair. "How is it not? What else could it be? What other motive would drive you to do all that, to keep me with you all this time knowing who I really am?" "You're not that naive, little squirrel." He cupped my chin, making me look directly at him. "I'm the fucking Boss of London. I'm not some kid who kidnaps a woman because he doesn't have the ability to win her over."

Danny was about to speak again when she suddenly snapped. While everyone's attention was on the boss, she ran over, grabbed my phone, and hurled it out the window. This was the eighteenth floor. Once the phone went out the window, it was done for. "You were the one who taught me all of this, Janice! You said if I did this, we'd create a huge scoop, and I would become a full-time staff! But once you saw me getting close to Danny, you got jealous! You faked all these videos! You want to kick me out of the company so that Danny will never see me again!"

Before he could even gasp for breath, Jovan delivered a clinical right hook to his jaw. Crack. Archer went airborne for a fraction of a second before hitting the floor with a sickening smack. He lay there, groaning, his fingers twitching against the cold stone. "Enough! Security, take him out!" Damian Vale’s baritone sliced through the chaos. The HR Manager was already sprinting across the lobby with three more guards in tow. They didn't be gentle. They hauled Archer up, pinning his arms behind his back, and dragged him toward the glass doors like a piece of discarded trash.

Amelia's heart gave a traitorous twist. She crouched down instinctively, slow, not smiling, just trying not to spook whatever this was between them. "Hi there. You must be the boss around here." The haunted cherub just stared at her. But gaze flicked downward to her boots. Cracked leather. Purple laces. Salt stains. The kind of shoes you wore when you'd run out of better options. That reaction was enough. Amelia let herself smile. Not big. Just soft. "Yeah, they're ugly. But you can slide on hardwood like a champion. Ask my tailbone."

Bianca shuddered, goosebumps trailing her arms. "Your boss is a bully, everyone knows that, but he's also extremely cute you know". Bianca barfed dramatically, causing the others to laugh. "The ultimate bully is my boss tho. Len the beast" "You've been calling him by his name all night". "Because he's a jerk who does not deserve my respect out of the office. Such an awful jerk, ugh". "Don't stress your head girl, we got ourselves into this, let's just hope they change for the better."

Maybe he knows the *boss* from somewhere. Boss came out of the hiding into the light... Clear enough for everyone to see his face. Henry shuddered a little but regained his composure and a little smirk crept on his face... "Hello Thomas!!!!" He greeted in a sly smile. This is one hell of a person I've seen. He isn't scared at all. He even called boss by his name. Even the ants of the streets would be scared on hearing his name. Talk less of calling his name...

There is blood covering his teeth, giving him a menacing look. “Well- well, what do we have here? The girl with the scar. So, you are the one we have been looking for. They made you out like a monster, but you are a pretty little thing. I will let the boss know, as soon as I have had a taste of you first” he says flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth. The only thing I can focus on is that blood on his teeth.