Helluva Boss Villains Novels & Stories

But, mum and dad were still stunned and dumbfounded while looking at Big Boss as he kept on talking about their full of betrayal kind of friendship. "What do you want, Big Boss?" I interrupted his long speech when no one at the table dared to open their mouth. Then I reached out to Melissa's hands, giving her the sign to get prepared for the worst battle in history. And I know mum and dad were already aware of the inevitable battle against Big Boss and his hundreds of hungry and furious wolves. The worst part is that, out of the thousands combined, Vladimir's and dad's wolves dropped lesser compared to Big Boss's when they have killed each other already.

It was quite the numbing sight; everyone’s eyes were twitching frantically, terrified that they would somehow end up provoking these men. Riley’s gaze shifted toward the man standing in front. Her expression changed in an instant. “Boss Dart?!” “He’s Boss Dart!” Riley recognized that man. Boss Dart was one of the well-known Four Goliaths from the Hatchet Gang. Not only was he ruthless, but he was also a deranged pervert. It was said that his favorite thing to do was to break every single bone of a beautiful woman’s body. Simply put, dying would be better than ending up with him.

“Isn’t that every demon's job today?” She smiled again, “Some of the demons just have vendettas and they have waited centuries for a chance to get their revenge,” she explained, “The demons were warned about this war weeks ago. Hex will tell them it’s time, and they know that you are with Damien, a level two, they know that means that they have to protect you.” Her words eased the queasiness in my stomach slightly, but not entirely. There was still a war about to break out. Heaven versus Hell, the kind of thing that only happens in video games was now happening to me.

“I know it must be killing you.” I turned around and opened the little fireplace in the wall. “They say you can't feel more than one emotion at once,” I said, putting on the gloves. “One must surpass the other.” I picked up the glowing red rod from the furnace. “Hearing your screams bounce off the walls of this room would do just the trick.” I walked back to him, waving the rod in front of his face. He leaned back, his eyes widening in fear. “Look, I was hired,” he screamed. “That person you killed did most of the work. I don't even know what was inside the fucking video.”

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

I mean, Lethius said that I don't have an ally inside. "Anyway, meet Leon, the right hand of Raphael and the second boss of this gang." I looked at the guy and he looked scary. He has a lot of piercings and tattoos. He's got one in his face, a dragon if I'm not mistaken. My eyes went down to the second one, and he was said to be the third boss, according to Dos. She proceeded with the introduction, but I didn't put too much effort into listening because my eyes lingered on the third boss. I'm certain that he was the one who I saw being killed by John's gang. I mean, he died, right? But how come Dos said that he's not? I asked her earlier about the guy, and even though she was doubtful when I

one of the thugs approached her, cursing and cracking his fingers to scare her. Unknown to him, Victoria had already seen the devil. The one who keeps torturing her here on earth. As he closed up the space between them, Victoria swung the bat in her hand and hit it on his head, causing him to fall and bleed to the ground. Her action made others to stay at alert. She stopped a distance away from them, while looking at them with a dead serious face. "Who is the boss here?" she asked with a deadly voice. A man covered in tattoos stepped out, his shirt unbutton and belt unbuckled, gold ornaments adorned on his neck, ears and fingers, distinguishing him from the rest of the men.

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX

“Do you have any idea who I am? The moment you laid a hand on me, you signed your own death warrant. Release me now, and I’ll make sure your demise is quick and painless.” The Boss leans in, his hands braced on either side of me on the chair’s armrests. He’s close, too close. Every inch of my body is suddenly alight, my insides burning with a strange wash of nervousness and… hunger. My eyes flick down to his lips, perhaps for a moment too long. When I look back up to meet his gaze, I’m caught off guard by the devilish glimmer behind those cold, dead eyes. “Cassandra Valderrama, one of the triplets of the wealthy Valderrama,” he says. The sound of my name rolling off his tongue snatches the a

"Every stray is trying to guess which she-wolf will win the ridge between you and Manni tonight. They are talking about her heavy chest and your long running legs again." "Are their eyes full of mud? They are actually saying Manni's chances are higher because the Boss is an ambitious pack leader who will not let a fresh runner ruin the foundations of the Vale Media Group." "Foul talk... the Boss only had that cold heart in the old seasons because his eyes hadn't found your coat yet." "No, let me mark it right," Lisa corrects herself. "The Boss is still a heartless beast to the rest of the world; only when Ava is near does his wolf act like a normal animal!"