Murder Drones Vs Helluva Boss

"Really? You would help me to take revenge?" I asked, stunned. "Yes, I will," Zaylen replied. “So… how do we start, Boss?” I was excited about this. I was done being sad and pathetic. It was time to strike back.  Zaylen furrowed his brow, thinking. “Hmm… To begin with, you should call me Zaylen instead of Boss.”  I gasped at the idea. “But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.”  “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.” 

Si Xavier Morgan ay isang lampang pulis na wala ng ibang ginawa kun'di ang maging palpak maski sa maliliit na gawain. Siya ay nasa pamamahala ni Aurelia Raine Aragon na mahusay sa lahat ng bagay dahilan upang maitalaga sa kaniya ang binata nang sa gayon ay maturuan niya ito. Ngunit paano na lang kung may nakakubli palang galit sa kabila ng maamong mukha ni Xavier?

Si Celestine Monteverde. Isang matapang, matalino, at tagapagmana ng isang malaking kumpanya. Sanay siya na siya ang may control, siya ang nasusunod. Pero nagulo ang mundo niya nang makilala niya ang equally powerful at cold-hearted CEO na si Adrian Velasco. Ang boss na hindi niya inakalang magiging pinakamalaking gulo ng buhay niya. Isang gabing puno ng tension at hindi mapigilang attraction ang nagbago ng lahat. Now, she’s pregnant with his child. Pero hindi siya yung tipong magtatago o magpapatalo. Kung akala ni Adrian na kaya niyang diktahan ang buhay niya, nagkakamali siya. Sa laro ng kapangyarihan, puso, at lihim. Sino ang talagang mananalo? Ang boss ba na sanay mag-utos, o ang babaeng hindi kailanman marunong sumuko?

“I hate you with every fibre of my being, Nikolai.” “Really? That changes nothing. I own your body, and I'll own your heart.” “I'll never love you. The sooner you know that, the better for you.” ****** Amaya's life is turned upside down when she is taken hostage by the cold mafia boss, to repay her father's debt from gambling. But what happens when this mafia boss turns out to her ex-lover in college, Nikolai, who she hates with all her heart for breaking her heart before? When Nikolai goes to capture a girl to reclaim his debt, he never expected it to be Amaya, the girl who once held his heart. Now, after forcing her to be his wife, Amaya and Nikolai must navigate the complex life associated with the mafia, while trying to understand the feelings startup to bloom between them anew. Will they find love despite the circumstances? Or will old enemities hunt them down?

Book #2 Wright-Petrov Series Amelia Stepanov, often referred to as 'Stray Cat', is a medical student with an indeterminate background of wealth and influence. In a world where a powerful origin is deemed vital, she finds herself disregarded and mocked. However, despite the challenges she faces, she remains resolute in her determination to thrive. When her seemingly unimportant existence is endangered, formidable forces unite to protect her, recognizing her exceptional value akin to that of a precious stray cat. She is safeguarded by a powerful guardian who is unyielding in his resolve to protect her, upholding justice even if it means shedding blood. Amidst the perilous life she leads, she finds fulfillment in every moment, particularly in the company of her captivating protector, who had won her heart long ago. For years, she has persevered with unwavering resolve, aspiring to earn her place as the Mafia Queen by the side of a powerful and fierce Mafia Boss, Alek Vasili Wright.

Vito Rizzuto was the Don of Sicily. He had it all: power, respect, and the certainty that the mountain was his fortress. But on a cold dawn, everything was stripped from him. Betrayed, captured, and thrown into the stone tomb of Asinara, the former Boss is now ruined, his hands bound by chains made not of iron, but of revenge. Now, the Don is forced to make a pact with his enemies: to become a deep throat to destroy those who framed him. Three hours of fresh air a day is the only freedom granted to weave his web. Revenge is not a cold dish. It is a blaze that will consume the island. And if they think the Don is finished, they have not understood that in prison, the man died... but the Boss was born.

Roselyn found herself on a yacht in the middle of nowhere. She was on the verge of figuring out how she had gotten there when she realized that this yacht was filled with men with guns. And when she was requested to be seen by the 'boss', she wasted no time in accusing him of kidnapping her. "Who exactly are you to accuse me of kidnapping you? If you know you're not hungry and would like to ask very silly questions, you can take your leave. I'll ask Gato to return you to the room where you were held. " The boss, Alexander replied furiously. What bullshit! Like hell was Roselyn was going to believe that but she kept her annoyance in. But when the memories kept flashing through her eyes bit by bit, she realized Alex had been saying the truth all along. Being trapped on a yacht with a very sexy, caring and handsome man was not helping Roselyn's emotional state of mind. And when he finally housed her, protected her, and showed her love in beautiful forms before he confessed his love to her after she had found out the type of business he engaged in, Roselyn found it so hard to make a decision. Should she run away from him or should she embrace him with all that she had?

Struggling towards her adulthood, Irisian Marie Villafuente accidentally shared the lies she told on her interview to the man in the elavator. Hindi niya alam na ang lalaking kausap niya pala ang kaisa-isahan boss niya sa kumpanya. Her dominant, bipolar and sexy boss Zachary Levi Esqueza. When she started working in his company, she thought that it'll be just living hell. But she was wrong, the man offered her an arranged marriage in exchange to help her pay her family's debt. Akala niya madali na magpanggap na maging asawa nito sa harap ng magulang ni Zach. But as the time goes by, she found herself being captivated by him, leaving her with no choice as she altogether deals with his pasts and secrets. A past and secret that will change her life forever.

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.