How Tall Is Mammon Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

The Boss Monster in this room had no throne or regal elegance to it. It was simply an extremely robust BigFoot who had a giant halberd made of ice. This Boss wasn’t as tall as the Boss Monkey Monster, but it seemed much more muscular and intimidating. It also had a weapon, which made it even more dangerous. It stood before Rey, more like a warrior than a king. ‘It must have some decent combat experience. I can’t afford to underestimate it.’ Rey thought to himself as he glared at the beast. Taking in his surroundings, Rey noted the spaciousness of the Boss Room—it was designed like an arena.

How low can a person get? "There is nothing money can't buy you see!” He pointed to the empty room. “A little fire alarm and everyone just disappeared into thin air. Your plan to get witnesses was only worthy of making me laugh. There’s no witness, no evidence and sadly, no more plans. I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life rotting in prison with charges you can’t even fathom! I salute your adorable attempt at playing games with me. But I’m your father, I’ve been playing these games for a lot longer than you can imagine." "Unfortunately, Mr. McKenna, you won't be playing games for a long time now."

Someone had actually directly bet 10 million on him. The bet ended in ten minutes and the match officially began. "Look, King Kong came out!" Amid the noise, a big black man who looked like an iron tower appeared. People saw that he was two meters tall with muscles all over his body, and was flashing with a dark glow, just like cast iron. The big man was really as strong as King Kong. Every time he took a step, the entire boxing venue seemed to tremble. Chen Fugui who stood in front of him immediately seemed much shorter and much weaker.

Instantly, five or six men in black closest to him were cut into pieces. At the same time, the fat cat Evil Moon roared. "Hahahaha. It's time for me to show my power." Evil Moon shook his head and both his head and body swelled, turning into a giant monster that was sixty meters tall. He flicked his hairy tail. The cat swept five men in black with its tail like a column, when it was too late for them to dodge. The men were broken into pieces and thrown away. Instantly, the situation was reversed.

The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins’. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan bodyguards than a man of the boss’s stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.

I stated hoping that was enough of an explanation. He nodded while his friends stopped talking and were now looking at me. "Ohhh finally got a new assistant she's cuter than the last." The first one said. He was tall, around 6'2 with wide shoulders and muscles that you could see printed through his turtleneck shirt. His brown eyes held mischief and his smile showed a straight set of white teeth. His brown hair was slicked back and fit him perfectly showing off his high cheek bones.

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

Right now all I cared about was the video playing in my hand. Dominic Steele. Mr Perfect. Mr Untouchable CEO of Steele Empire. The man who thought he was above everyone else. There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall.

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?