Novel & Cerita Queen Bee Helluva Boss Fanart

Pawan suggested and the boss nodded He pinched her waist and touched her breasts using his one finger like he was teasing her. Antara tried to push him away by twisting her body and that irritated the boss further so he slapped her hard. " Listen girl if you want me to fuck that girl inside I can gladly and if you do not want me to do anything to her then let me enjoy peacefully. One more time you resist I will bring that bitch here and fuck her in front of your eyes." The Boss said Grabbing a fistful of her hairs

Seriously, how could a silly girl like me be able to kidnap a cruel mafia boss like him? But ... looking at his smile just now, it seems like he's not as cruel as people say. How can a cruel person smile so sweetly? Oh? Or am I meeting the wrong person? He is indeed Nick the Black Shadow, right? "Listen to me, sweety girl, you'll get high if you drink this, you better order something else," he said softly. Oh, his voice ... that deep, raspy, sexy voice tickled my ears. The charm of a mafia boss is truly extraordinary.

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” I forced a small smile, shaking my head. “Thank you, but I am fine. Just needed a bit of fresh air.” The woman nodded, giving me a warm smile before returning to her tasks. I watched her go, my mind racing with thoughts of Tariq and his plans. I was supposed to be this pack’s queen, their Luna. But in reality, I was just a pawn in Tariq’s game. The thought made me feel sick. Another pack member approached, bowing slightly as he greeted me. “Good morning, Queen Leah,” he said, his tone reverent. The words made me feel uneasy.

“ Good day, America. I've been trying to get busy bee, Soraya Wayne, on our show for a couple of weeks now, and it hasn't been easy. We were able to get her on the show today, so please help me welcome the prettiest, hardest working CEO and, oh, the Jersey City bachelorette, Soraya Wayne." Cecelia Vega called as Soraya strutted onto the stage like a runway model. As she took her seat, she smiled and waved to her audience.

She was about to hold my hand to make her plea more realistic when I firmly held her forehead. I don't care if she's a girl or not. When it comes to my property, I won't let people like this woman pass me by. "Oh, sweetie I'm not going to kill you. But, I'll help you to seduce guys, you want?" The woman quickly shook her head. She's nervous about what I can do. "N-no...no...sir please...no!" But she can't stop me. She can't stop her boss who is ripping her uniform.

“It’s because you’re the most important. They egg you first. It’s an honour. You’re the guest of honour at the egg festival.” “I am not comforted by that—” “My king.” Queenie has recovered enough to speak, barely, wiping her eyes. “I need you to understand that when we get home, I am commissioning a painting of this. The Lycan King, Effigy Form, With Moustache. I’m hanging it in the entrance hall. Right next to the—” she catches herself, glances at me, and we both dissolve again, because right next to the marble penis at the front gate is exactly where it’s going and we both know it.

“Let her at least see what you’re all going crazy over” The room grows silent again as Spin holds the opened box out to me. I lifted the heavy leather jacket out of the box, with the back of it facing me. The crew’s symbol is dead smack in the center of the back, and tiny pink rhinestones have been stitched across the shoulder blades spelling out ‘queen’ in all capital lettering! The sleeves are pink leather, and the word ‘wifey’ has been embroidered down the back of each arm in black. When I hold it out in front of me, it reads ‘Queen of Hart’s’. I rubbed the rhinestones before looking up into Spin’s smirking face and asking, “you want me as your queen”?

I’ll show everyone that I’m not a weakling. I shoved her and gave a thunderstorm slap. “Bitch, I’m not easily bullied. You want to show me hell?” I grinned and gave out a horrible laugh. “You can’t, baby girl. Do you know why? Because I’ve been there before, and I know what it’s like to be in hell. I crawled out of there by myself. Bitch, I’m the queen of hell, and I’m your boss.” I gave her a mocking smirk and tightened my grip on her hair. She cried out in pain.