Helluva Boss Verosika Novels & Stories

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.

“Don’t boss me around! We’re both lawyers!” “That’s not what your contract says, does it? Be ready at eight. That’s final.” If he keeps barking orders at me, I swear I’ll throttle him. Or claw his face off. Then again, he might sue me. Better just curse at him—but in a way that won’t get me into legal trouble. I wanted to yell Go to hell! but I held it in. He probably already knows his final destination. No need to rub it in. “You orangutan!”

“Boss lady… rethink this. You walk in, you don’t walk out.” Was that even possible? Cosmos spat out the window, muttering, “They chew up men bigger than any in Veridia. They don’t need to kill you. They’ll own you, perhaps get you to do what you don't want to do, like… work for them.” Now, that's perhaps. They can get me to talk. At the back, Loci leaned forward, his breath sharp in my ear. “This is suicide, boss lady. Four of us? Against them? You think talking will save us?”

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...

His voice trembled. Leo glanced at him from the driver's seat as they heard the sound of another vehicle. Through the lingering smoke, Kalixo saw a group of motorcycles speeding away. "F-Ferrer...?" [FLASHBACK ENDS] -- "Release me!" Velenzales muttered with restraint as two of Boss's men clutched his arms. He struggled to approach the Boss for a closer conversation. He desired more than just the monetary reward for winning this game. "Let me talk to him! Don't you know that I won the game?!"

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

He chuckled, pointing his nose and adjusting his shirt, he was very muscular, his pronounced biceps peeping through his designer vintage shirt. "It's wrong already, so it's not about how I get it. It's about what it is. And you know what, it is what it is. I'll be fine as always. And let me correct you, accept the fact that you need help. Even bosses need help too, so it's not embarrassing to need help." I added. "I really want to find out some personal things about him, and since you both have history, you're the right person to answer these questions." He indicated, looking slowly at the list he had in his hand.

A powerful tool enough to make two grown adults scream at the top of their voices, taking them to places they could never get to even if they tried. I started off by slowly running my tongue over the entire length of it. I heard David grunt quietly. It was the motivation I needed. Running my tongue back up, I engulfed all of it into my mouth. Steadily, I bopped my head back and forth, starting off slow as I worked up my mouth juices. The more I bopped, the more dedicated I became to making sure he nutted. With my eyes closed, I gradually increased my pace. It didn't take long before I felt his hands crawl into my hair, guiding my movements. "Oh God Raya," he growled, making me smile while I

The ropes digging into my wrists were brutal, but my feet were still free. Focus, Selene. The two henchmen loomed nearby, but they didn't seem to have weapons. Fonda—and the knife—were the real problem. I shut my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow. Think. I needed her distracted. "Fonda," I said softly, "you still have a future. Don't do something you can't take back." Wrong move. The knife pressed harder, a sharp sting drawing blood. "Did I say you could talk?" she hissed.

He shook his head many times while mumbling this thing. "Liar!" I hold his neck firmly because of anger. He becomes sluggish and has already stopped squirming. But that wasn't going to stop me from touching his neck even more. I feel in my fist the urge to kill somebody. I'm so mad to find out that this person doesn't even know where the heck that box is. 'Sh*t!' "B-Boss… he's already dead. He didn't breathe anymore." One of my men informed me about the man I was holding, lifeless now.