Striker Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

“You’re insane, Luna.” My best friend, Mara, had told me about men like him. Dangerous. Beautiful. The kind who could destroy your peace and make you thank them for it. And now, one of them was my boss. The next morning, I arrived ten minutes early. The lobby was buzzing with people in suits, heels clicking against marble floors. Everyone looked like they belonged—except me. The receptionist gave me an ID card. “Mr. Stone’s assistant is out sick. You’ll be filling in today.”

“This will teach you who the boss is.” He unbuckled the belt of his jeans furiously, before grabbing hold of my neck with one hand, squeezing it for all he was worth, causing me to struggle for air, as I choked against his harsh grip, whilst he struck my ass with his belt with his free hand. “Stupid-” Strike. “Fucking-” Strike. “Whore.” Strike.

I buried my face into my work and in just a matter of few minutes, the elevator door dinged open signaling the arrival of 'Thee Bosses'. I quickly got up on my feet as they both walked out of the elevator and holy cow! They were out of this world. Mr. Angry Bird stood proud and tall in a very neat burgundy hued 2 pieced suit. The white button-up dress shirt and a black tie marveled at his look. His hair was combed neatly on his head and oh his sexy furrowed brows! His 5 o'clock shadow stubble made my hands itch to stroke his scruffy face. He looked like a Greek god on Earth.

He let out a dark chuckle and adjusted himself in his seat while I dropped to the floor and spread my legs before coming back up slowly, He licked his lips, and I took this as a sign to straddle his lap. "Let me see your breasts and I'll give you 5,000 dollars" He spoke keeping his hands on his sides trying his best not to touch me as you weren't allowed to touch strippers at this club. "I don't do that sir" I state roaming my hands over his broad shoulders and he smirks. "I'll give you 10,000, I won't touch I just want to see" He says and I notice a

His voice cracking, he said, "My wish… is for you to get your revenge—for all traitors to fall into the abyss!" His eyes were ablaze with determination, as he clearly believed that sucking up to the Final Boss was the key to his survival. Since the Boss died from torment, he would be set on revenge. The logic certainly checked out, but there was only silence. Seconds later, Morpheus spoke, his voice eerily calm. "You believe I need your blessing?" "What—" Julian was taken aback, even as black tendrils shot out of the ground and wrapped around him in a split second.

"I'm fine. Let's get out of here, Xander.” “Don't stop me from beating him up.” Xander grabbed the man's shirt collar and forced him to stand. He pushed him hard against the wall and then hit his face repeatedly like a crazy man. Angel screamed in fear when she saw her boss turn so brutal. She tried to pull Xander's shoulder to stop hitting the damn man. “Please, stop Xander. Let's go back to the hotel. He will die if you keep beating him.” “This damn bastard deserves to die!”

I slash him. “...Arrgh.” He grunts, red bubbling across his chest. “You psycho." You’re not pushing me away. You love it. You enjoy pain, right? “P-Peach.” Arden clutches the sheets as I lick the trail on his chest. “Suck me already.” He tastes so badly good. My shit head boss. I slash his arm. Not severe, but deep enough to mark him. He’ll remember this night when he grovels at my feet, begging for mercy, where there’s none.

The man gripped her hair and fucked her face hard, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. I tried to push past them, my heart racing and my thighs slick. Then I saw the worst of it. A tall, curvy stripper was pinned against the wall completely naked. A muscular man had one of her legs hooked over his arm as he fucked her hard and fast. His thick cock slammed into her pussy with brutal strokes. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he pounded her without mercy. The wet slapping sounds of his cock destroying her cunt echoed down the hallway.

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'.