Stella Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

What the hell is she doing? "I am Stella Van Arder and your will is no longer your own." #

The air grew colder, damper, carrying the faint mineral smell of underground water. Inside the main chamber, perhaps twenty men waited beneath the dim glow of battery lamps. The ceiling disappeared into darkness; enormous stalactites hung like the fangs of some ancient beast. In the center stood Don Bertaleo, the current boss of bosses, a small, compact man from the interior whose quiet voice could order a dozen deaths before breakfast. He held a huge machete in one hand, its blade catching the lamplight, his head slightly bowed in the traditional gesture of humility before the assembly. Some of the older representatives wore the coppola, the flat cap of the countryside, pulled low over thei

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.

You’re such a dumb bitch! Well, thanks to your big mouth, the game changed: I will take my money and, in the process, I will destroy not only your life but also your precious Shawn’s life. I have in mind the perfect ending for you two. So, get ready, bitch… hell is about to open his gates for you!’ Isabelle still had no idea who her stalker was. But he knew all about her workplace, her friends, her family, the details about her father's will. Day by day, this entire situation was becoming even more disturbing.

One of his hands was lodged casually inside his pocket while the other was relaxed near the gun at his side. His boring, flat eyes skimmed over me like I was nothing to him. “I was… just looking around.” I said while straightening my spine. Hoping I looked as confident as I thought I sounded “Of course "However, the boss would rather you stay for dinner." He spoke in a respectful tone I was about to argue when a voice, as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade, interrupted. "My curious kitten, ." Halfway down the stairs, Luca stood with his jacket gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and tattoos that seemed to belong, on his forearm.

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

He yells and my hand twists the knob opening the door revealing my dad sitting in a chair behind his desk and a tall, handsome man stands next to him. If I knew Leo was his boss I would have never come here. My heart starts pounding in my chest and my mind once again goes back to the events which happened last night. Leo... "Thank you for the lunch honey" He said. I try my best not to make eye contact with Leo. He doesn't even seem slightly bothered or shocked that I'm here he just stands there eyeing up my body. " Melanie, this is my boss, Mr. Leonard Salvador, he owns this company hence the name SALVADOR ENTERPRISE" I put on a fake smile at Leo "

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

I interrupted him and screamed “Yes. I mean I don’t even know who he is…” He interrupted me “You don’t know who the boss is?” “Yes; Why? Is he really mean or something?” I asked hopping for a positive answer. And his answer did make me feel better again. He said “Don’t worry newbie. The boss is really cool and handsome and kind and really understanding. Plus I am very sure the boss is going to be late too.” “How do you know he is going to be late?” I stopped panicking and asked a question out of curiosity.

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.