Lock Screen Helluva Boss Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Yung sarilli ko lang ang hindi. “Can I see your phone?” Nagtataka man ay ibinigay niya pa din iyon sa akin. When I opened it, I raised an eyebrow. “Sino ‘to?” pinakita ko sa kaniya ang lock screen wallpaper niya. “Adi?” naguguluhan siya sa inakto ko. Oh? Binuksan ko ang phone. Walang password. Napakurap ako nang makita ang wallpaper niya.

The brand-new phone was handed to the manager. He turned on the screen and showed the lock screen to the girl: “You say this is your phone. Please unlock it.” The manager had already formed his judgment when the screen lit up. The wallpaper showed two babies, a slightly older girl, and a newborn. Clearly, this was a mother’s phone, not something a student would have. The girl’s face turned ashen upon seeing the wallpaper: “How… how can this be…” The manager continued: “If you’ve forgotten the password, it’s fine. The phone can also be unlocked with a fingerprint. You can try that.”

"Not when you're already falling for him, girl." I was taken aback, then quickly composed myself and glared at Louisa, reproachfully saying, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm not falling for him." "Fine!" Louisa raised her hand in surrender. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and Louisa grabbed it, gasping. It was too late for me to stop her. My phone had no lock screen, and the wallpaper on the homepage was a comic picture of a man and a woman gazing at each other with desire.

I opened his phone and glowered at his lock screen wallpaper. ‘You know a guy by his wallpapers,’ Dash once said. There was a freaking naked woman on it. Thankfully, there were no passwords so I could get rid of that image as soon as possible but the home screen wallpaper was even worse. There were two people fucking on there. Does the Alpha have any idea that his Gamma is a fucking whore? Only the goddess knows what his search history would look like. I went straight to my goal and dialed the first number that came to mind, the landline. Mom and dad said to always call the landline when in trouble so I’d try that first.

My mate gave me a heated look and smirk before he drew a trail of teardrops from his right eye, using the dagger’s tip. There was a passcode on the phone, so I tried using one of the most common ones, and it worked. 1234 was not secure or creative at all. I immediately felt dirty even looking at his phone. The background was some naked female that was way out of his league. She was 10 while he was -4 if I was being generous. His piss poor attitude dropped him into the negative range. Boss Man – ‘Update!’ Boss Man – ‘I said give me a fucking update!’

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

"I was just passing by, but then I heard you grumbling all stressed out, so I decided to stop and ask if you needed anything. You know how it is, right? I can help you relax a little bit. I can give you a shoulder massage, another massage for your little friend... poor thing must need some play time." "Go to hell, Egg Sandwich! I already told you I'm not interested in your services!" I answered. "You know, I'd really like to understand why the boss here likes what you do." "Oh, you'd have to try it to know!" He smiled and came in. "Look, I'll be nice! I'll give you a shoulder massage to help you relax. You'll see my hands are magic. The rest is even more magical, if you want to find out."

But something made him tap the notification, open the message. A photo loaded. A photo of them in the elevator of his building. Her pressed against the mirrored wall, his mouth on her neck, her eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. Her dress was hiked up around her hips. His hand was clearly between her thighs. The image was high quality—taken through the security camera, then enhanced and cropped to focus on the most damning details. Unmistakably them. Below the photo, a message: “Does HR know you’re fucking the boss? Walk away in 24 hours or everyone sees everything.”

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa