Helluva Boss Veronica Mayday Novels & Stories

On the sixtieth floor, the gazes of the Angel of Fire and the Lord of Chaos crossed; for an instant, the line separating obsession from hatred seemed to vanish. The office had transformed into a silent battlefield. Uriel, inhabiting Carter's body, felt a pang of human nausea. It wasn't fear, but the collision between his celestial instincts and the persistent echoes of the assistant’s cellular memory. "Let go of me, parasite!" Uriel demanded, though his fingers did not immediately respond. Astaroth, leaning against the desk, closed his eyes for a brief moment. An amber flash lit his gaze and, suddenly, a cruel smile spread across his face. That smile transformed Dorian’s expression. The demo

With her usual bright grin that she only shows to her friends, she rushed over and wrapped Cassie in a hug. "Good morning, Princess Cass!" Cassie blinked at her friend's unusual energy. "Good morning... Why do you... sound so happy?" Veronica leaned back with a sly smile. "Because I finally spent the night with the man of my dreams, your manager, Adrian Montgomery!" Cassie's jaw nearly dropped. If she had been drinking coffee, she would have spit it out. Adrian, standing a few feet behind, choked violently on his own breath. "V-Veronica!" he coughed.

Helen's voice turned low, “Your goal is to be the Mrs. Anderson, to enter the Anderson family, not to act out a love drama with Thiago! As long as you reach your goal, it’s worth it, even if Kira humiliates you!” “But auntie.” “Enough! I’ll deal with your matters. Right now, I need to find a way into the Board of Directors, don’t disturb me.” With that, Helen coldly hung up. Veronica sat on the bed, so angry she was about to crush her phone screen. Then, another call came through. It was an unfamiliar number. Veronica wiped her tears, answering impatiently. “Who is this?” “Ahley, it’s been a while since we’ve last talked. How’s everything going in Hemsworth?”

Did the Moon Goddess punish me —' "Mommy!" Veronica instantly woke up to her loneliness as Morgan growled. "Don't let that witch's provocation take you! You're not lonely! You know that I will always be with you..." Veronica takes a minute to compose herself before she replies to Helene's humiliation, "Have you mentioned everything now?" "W-what?" Helene's eyes widened, feeling the embarrassment. Veronica turned around again. She wanted to leave since she didn't want to listen any longer. As she was ready to open the door, Helene gripped her wrist from behind, and her long claw dug firmly into it.

“Too late. You had your chance.” “I can help you clear out the cartel.” “Nope.” Veronica says with a smile. She leaves him there for a minute just hanging open as blood is running out of his body. She knows that he is not going to alive for much longer. “Fuck off to hell Oscar.” She yells as she squeezes his heart in his chest until it pops like a water balloon. There is gurgling and whimpers for a few seconds before there is silence from Oscar.

He had expected to see his boss, not some bimbo. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, his cold and calculating eyes piercing through her flimsy covering and scanning even her insides. She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “Is that how to speak to your boss's future wife?” A grin played across her lips but he scoffed. “You're nothing but a whore, my boss doesn't deal with whores.” He returned the grin but Veronica got up, pushing the soda aside and walking up to him. “Then you don't know what your boss is capable of.” She said through gritted teeth. “I'm here because his mother wants me to be, he's not home yet.” She moved away and he shook his head.

The word left my mouth before I could control it. All three pairs of eyes moved towards me; one of the devil herself and the other two belonged to two old men sitting on her sides. I couldn't care less about the other two as the only focus of my attention was the woman I just called Monster, Satan, Lady-Hitler and Mean Queen on her face some time ago. "Fuck indeed, Mr. Trajano." Her cold, distant voice echoed in the room.

In their heat, they left the stall hastily, just managing to walk normally into the waiting car. Gornat drove them back to The Boss' apartment. Inside the limousine within that 30 minutes' drive, The Boss had entered Rhonda with his fingers six different ways, pumping in and out until she almost passed out. Her breasts were mauled in such a way it had red marks all around. Even when he was sorry and tried to soothe them with gentle kisses, the nipples wouldn't back down, they stayed hard and defiant.

I roared to the fucker who cursed me in French and scurried off the floor. I held Faith's hand and pulled her back to the lounge. I sat her next to Hardin whose jaw was clenched so tight I thought he'd crack his teeth. I knew for the fact that he was trying to calm himself before he went hunting for that fucker and cutting his nuts off. "Tell you what, Hihi! I am going commando!" Faith slurred freezing both Hardin and I. We looked at her with wide eyes before staring at each other. "I planned to have my v-card pumped tonight. Because of my bosses. They are so infuriating!" She reached for the glass of wine infront of her and chucked it down.

Maya said, her voice echoing through the cold air. "If you spill his blood while the demonic core lives, the dark magic will sink into the dirt and infect someone else. Let me strip the dark magic from his veins first." I stayed right where I was, my boot pressing down on Rafael's chest, my eyes narrowing as I stared at her. "Do it. Fast." Maya closed her eyes and raised both of her hands, palms facing out toward the monster. She drew a long, slow breath, and as her lips started to move, chanting in an ancient language, the cold air around us turned even colder. White frost quickly spread across the flat stone floor.