Lock Screen Helluva Boss Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Yet… here she was, being pinned up as a sex object in the locker room of the online world, set up by men who believed she lacked the brains to see when people were committing crimes under her nose. And the solution to this mess was to sleep with her boss? Or appear to? What kind of world was this? She looked around, but there was nowhere to go. She might as well have been trapped in a prison cell with Leone Gritti. He swore under his breath and withdrew her phone from his shirt pocket, scowling at it. “‘Dannazione!’ (Dammit!) This thing is burning in my pocket.” His frown deepened as he looked at whatever notification was showing up against her blocked screen.

"Show me this trash again, and I'll throw you in the underground fighting ring." "With your frame, you'll last three rounds." "The payout will just be enough to buy your urn." The room tilted. I knew exactly what the underground fighting ring was. Last month, an underperforming restorer was sent there. He came back wrapped in bloody bandages. Tears spilled from my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Boss, I..." My voice shook violently. "My boyfriend just texted me, I couldn't help—" "Stop." Cassius cut me off cold.

"I can see that the camera is different and I'm guessing that they must have upgraded the camera function. I've heard that this model now has a beauty mode. Is that true?" Nathan replied, "Yeah, the beauty mode is pretty good." Hilda had given him two of the phones and he had been using this one ever since he came to the mountain. It was undeniable that the phones produced by Jordan's Group were indeed powerful and its bulletproof function was not merely a marketing gimmick. The lock screen of his phone was the Cereberus while his wallpaper was a picture of Hilda and Luna. Sitting beside him, Teresa noticed his lock screen. Nathan quickly put away his phone so that she would not see his wall

“No, of course not.” “Then what the hell is my new screensaver?” I demand to know. I almost stomp my phone like Natalie had at the pool but manage to hold back. I shove my newly fixed phone toward my boss, breathing heavily with frustration. There he is, on my screen, looking like one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. “How’d that get there?” He asks with mock sincerity. My boss examines it, going, “hmm,” every ten or so seconds as he stares into the soul of my phone. What’s going on here?

I had figured that demons were more isolated creatures and it only made me more curious about them. The room was massive in a rectangular shape to fit the table and filled with numerous paintings and art, all different depictions of the underworld. Some had gore and torture painted, another one appeared to be of Adam and Eve and the serpent that convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit, the largest of the paintings was on the longest wall of the room and it looked to be of a war. Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers.

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

"While I clean your face, you'll answer my questions," Dagger says. I have my own question and it centers on the tattoo. I shake off the empathy the artwork invokes. The tone of Dagger's voice helps. Harsh and demanding has never worked in anyone's favor when dealing with me. Mr. Boss Man is about to find out that pushing my buttons is not going to work. "And if I don't?" It would have sounded tough if I hadn't winced when the cloth touched the edge of the cut on my forehead.

HAERA I recoiled backwards because of the pain but I didn't get to go far because an arm shot lot and grabbed me, wrapping tightly around my ankles the point at which it hurt and I knew it would leave a mark for a day or two. It was Princess Ilvira's hand that was holding me back from running off. I looked back to her, where she was still standing with my mate in front of her and you wouldn't even know she was holding me tightly by her side. She was still smiling sweetly at him as they shared a kind of look. It was as if electricity was sizzling between them and I could get electrocuted if I got in-between them. The look they shared sickened me to my guts, it was torture and I wanted to run

All the while the blush on my cheeks glowed brighter. “Not because I want to be there! I don’t! I really, really don’t want to go back to Hell. But, my friends are there. Hundreds of wolves are locked up in these,” I shook my wrists, showing off the blasted cuffs that kept me chained to Valefar. “Valefar has enslaved our kind and I cannot enjoy the Surface until my friends… my Hellion pack… are safe and sound up here too.” There was a moment of pure silence. I didn’t have anything else to say and Yvonne seemed to be letting my words sink in.

45 When I got home that evening, the first person to greet me was Grace. One hand on her belly, she asked, “When are you giving me back my phone?” I had hidden the phone in Adrian’s office earlier today—just in case. It was safe there until I found someone who could break the lock. “Oh? Is your baby craving screen time now?” I said, mockingly. “Amber, cut the crap. Just give me back my phone!” “I threw it away.”