Sin Of Gluttony Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

It seems like the psychopath Bill is one hell of an intelligent foe. “We should get back up. Let’s ask for help from the Big Boss, Helios,” Grant suggested. “No,” he said stubbornly. Grant pulled his hair because of Helios’s stubbornness. They’ve been convincing the man for a couple of hours, but he still refuses. “You know the Boss can help us. You’re important to the org, Helios. He’ll help us,” said Grant. “I doubt that. I broke his rule. I fell in love,” he replied. The Big Boss is much crueler than his father.

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”

He’s supposed to be the Devil CEO so why is he offering me a chance like this? “Oh, that rule? Well, quite honestly, I never gave two fucks about that. That’s just a rule that my father made up which I never really understood in the first place. When I turned up here people were so strung up on it that I thought that it would be amusing to keep this stupid traditional rule in place,” Ace said as it if was all just a big joke to him. Did he just say ‘fuck’ just now? And with such a straight face? Is this how he normally is?

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Guela explained like this entire situation was completely normal. "What do you mean? He doesn't eat? Like how.. What? How does it work, feeding off lust?" I asked her in confusion. Guela laughed a soft laugh while shaking her head. "You're so innocent. No, he does eat normal food. But his soul feeds off lust that beings feel. It fills him in a different way. All brothers have it with their own sin. King Mammon is the demon of Greed. He has an intense desire to possess wealth and goods and pursuit of wealth, status and power. King Leviathan is the demon of Envy. He desires everything that other being have. Their traits, status, abilities, situations and possessions. Be careful around the brot

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.”

Gina turned her head and smiled at Abram. Then The Boss launched his views on life with or without parties. If faced between the two extreme choices of partying every night or never, he would choose to party every night. It was like the choice of being evil or not knowing anything at all. Evil could repent, but stupid, he said, would be forever. "You can stop partying, but it's improbable to stop being judgmental—assuming one doesn't party because he considers it as hedonism, and hedonism is sinful," he recapitulated.

her voice was barely audible. “You think I killed him?” I whispered. Before she could respond, the elevator doors opened to reveal Marcus. “Boss,” he called, his voice laced with disgust. “Get a room.” “What?!” Lexi and I snapped.

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

Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me. But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed. _