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.

All the killing intent melted away, leaving behind a desperately vulnerable look. "Then what about me?" His voice cracked, rough like a wounded animal. "Are you really throwing me away?" "Boss, I don't know what you're talking about—" I wanted to play dumb to the very end. But Cassius suddenly reached out, brushing his rough thumb against my cheek. His gaze turned obsessive and burning, like he was looking at the most precious thing in the world. Then, slowly, drawing out each syllable like a prayer and a curse, he spoke.

"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

“Boss….oh sorry!” “It’s okay Frank, what is it?” She ran a hand over her face, probably trying to stop the redness, but it wasn’t helping. “We have a problem.” Angel walked to the window and looked over her club, quickly spotting the problem. A drug deal was going down, and by the attire the two boys were in, these weren’t her men. Damian watched her eyes as the golden hue of a lover changed to an almost light brown of anger, the boss coming out.

“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.

"Miss... I stopped on my word when I didn't see her by her desk. I walked further to her desk and sighted her phone on the table. I picked it up and I scoffed at her lockscreen wallpaper - Harley Quinns. Typical. I'm not surprised. I swiped it up and dang it! It has a password lock. Okay think think think! What will a crazy human being like Ari use as her password? I just hope she doesn't catch me ransacking her phone. Let me try crazy, damn!! Incorrect. Arietta? Dang it!!

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.”

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

WHEN SHANELLE ENTERED the room, she immediately approached the bed, and Elvin was right; there was a cellphone there, which she guessed was expensive. She let out a breath before approaching the phone. She took it with a smile, then turned it on. Her heart suddenly raced when she saw the lock screen display. It was none other than Elvin; his body was on display. She could clearly see his abs and his handsome face, which made her swallow. Shaking her head, she unlocked it, and Elvin's face appeared as the wallpaper, with his tongue sticking out, and she could see the lust in his eyes.