Helluva Boss Striker Novels & Stories

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

Everything she does turns me the fuck on, and I can't deny it. If I don't have her, then, no one on earth was permitted to have her also. “ Boss, are you seeing someone else? Is someone else getting your attention and fucking you the way I do?” A dark chuckle escaped my lips at her words. Stella had not even a slightest idea of whom she was talking to. I'm Cassius Fucking Riven of Vipers Clan, and she was messing with the wrong person. A devil with no heart to spare. A devil who would go to any length, even if it meant visiting hell to get what he wants.

Dimitri looked at Angel with a frown and a disappointed look. Angel gulped nervously. She was trapped in her own game. "I apologize. My boss is not like that. Xander Whithold is a good boss.” "You said your boss was an old man with a pot-belly and a perverted brain." “A-actually….” “Angel has a great sense of humor. She didn't mean that. I forbid her from sharing my profile with strangers. But because you just slapped my hand and accused me of hurting Angel, I'm forced to show my true identity to you."

Luka stated firmly as he got off the ground and helped me to my feet. “You killed them!” The Banshee screamed and even through the earbuds, the sound was loud enough to cause my bones to vibrate painfully. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. This Boss wasn’t like any other Boss, the health bar that showed up above her was already down in the red. There was only one, unlike the other Boss’s we have faced.

He needed to end things quick and concentrate on the main problem "Leader there's no sign of the third master or the big boss what do we do???" "What!!!" Klout replied as he kept on invading the attacks thrown at him, husvgun had been long kicked out of his hands so now he had to attack with fists, judging by his expression and slight confusion it gave the other man a chance to Capitalize and give him a punch which threw him back almost falling to the ground, touching his lips and seeing it was bleeding Klout smirked as he licked the blood "Let me guess seems like your big boss might be joining me in hell afterall isn't it?? Or wait he's already in hell"

"No way! I can't just wait around for that to happen." While Angus and the others were cheering in excitement, the Western Boss gave up on dealing with Levi and instead charged toward Leon from behind. "Die, kid! Take this, Phantom Strike!" the Western Boss roared. He reached both his arms out to launch his most powerful technique. The true energy on his palms combined into a powerful attack that was sent directly toward Leon's back.

His voice switched to a feral tone that made me scared. “I'll burn your fucking skull to ashes if you don't do as I say…now!!” He thundered and there was silence for a while and when I thought he was going to succumb and apologise, I heard a loud cracking punch that felt swerved, it continued and worry overwhelmed me, I needed to see, was he hitting Draven? I heard the Boss's yells as punches continued and a spark of flame swallowed the corner of the basement and I screamed in horror.

The little light that slipped through the cracks was dim and dirty, as if even the sun recoiled from peeking into that place. Her body was marked—not just by wounds, but by a deep, almost lethal exhaustion. Her mind drifted between delirium and brief moments of clarity. Every muscle screamed. Her mouth was dry, her stomach shrunken. And worst of all was the silence… the silence between his visits. Because when he came, the silence ended—but the terror began. Footsteps echoed again in the narrow corridor. Heavy. Determined. She knew. It was him. The door burst open, slamming against the wall. The boss stormed in, his expression loaded, like someone returning from war. His eyes were hard, blaz

I f**king gave her hope when he made her stranded she's pushing me to the wall she wanna bring out the monster in me I paced about my sitting room in anger I pulled out my phone and placed a call to one of my secret goons he alone can give me a clean job the phone ringed and he picked it up #hello boss# his thick voice boomed out #i have a job for you#

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.