Queen Bee Helluva Boss Fanart Novels & Stories

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

MC made her case. “I can’t” like always I am fighting the truth I continued “I can’t” I repeated myself. “Why not” she asked so I explained “Don’t you know the saying about work place romance?” She guessed “Just Do It!” “No I think that is Nike.” I answer. “Never give up!” she guessed again. “That is John Cena!” “Kill um’ with kindness!” she guessed again. “Why don’t I just tell you? It is ‘don’t dip your pen in the company Inc!’ and I don’t want to be that girl that dates her boss and gets everything just because she is dating the boss.”

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

I say, and they smile at me. “Thank you. We trust you.” Hellen says on their behalf. “Okay. Make sure everything is in order. I heard the new boss does not entertain nonsense, so be careful.” I warn them because, the way Boss Martin said it, we really need to be really weary of him. And we cannot just screw things up on the first day. “And who is this new boss? Do you know him?” Hellen asks. I shake my head.

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.

beaming, she kissed him on the cheek. "You are just a gem waiting to be discovered, Gina," The Boss said. He reached behind with one arm and patted her shoulder—part out of fondness, part to stop her from kissing him again. He had this sudden fear that if she kissed him again, she would do so while mistaking him as her … 'dad'.

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

“Everybody shut the fuckup. I don't want to hear shit“ she stated as she dragged her cigar. “Black“ she called on one of the strippers “Check on every possible place in this damn club and do not stop till you find her” “Yes ma'am” he replied. “All of you get your sorry ass out of here and bring my cousin to me” she said with a hand gesture to some other male trippers. Indeed Queen was referred to as the boss lady for a reason. Because the way those grown-ass strippers ran out of her sight at her command, it was no joke. I just hissed, shook my head and smiled. The said missing person was just enjoying minutes ago while some innocent people were being abused.

Heart refused to do a make over while stuttering. “What are you talking about? I am your boss!” Cullen shouted at her. Heart then looked at him seriously. “I am allergic to make up! If my hair is not in bun style, I won’t be able to concentrate in my work! So, I am so sorry, I can’t!” Heart shouted and then ran away. She left the salon. Cullen was so shocked and then scoffed. “What the fuck is she doing?!” He hissed and then stood up. He left the salon and chased Heart.