Striker Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

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

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

She couldn't believe that of all places for Chad to pull off his caveman stunt, it would be in the club with her friends. Chad moved swiftly to Olivia and flung the man off her lap, his face twisted in indignation. "Take your cheap wares somewhere else!" he sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. The stripper stumbled backward, raising his hands up in mock surrender. "Jeez, calm down, I was just trying to show her a good time," the man mumbled, backing away from Chad's wrath. Chad hissed at him, his eyes blazing with anger. "She doesn't need you to have a good time!" he spat, glaring at the stripper and everyone in sight.

A few times later, I got a message, filled with threatening words. "If you don't come back, I'll stop giving you anymore money! Who would you be without me? Stop thinking so highly of yourself!" In response, I simply replied, "Go to hell!"

I couldn't reconcile the Rachel who clung to me every day with the one betraying me now, and in our own home, no less. Quietly, I set the clothes back where I found them. My hand reached for the scissors on the table, and with my resolve hardening, I moved toward the bedroom door, ready to kick it open. Just then, the phone inside the room started ringing. I heard a man's voice pause mid-sentence. My boss? I couldn't have mistaken that voice if I had tried. It was Tommy Statham, my Avencia-born employer, speaking in his broken but unmistakable English.

I am not weak. I shoved her and bestow her cheek a thunderstorm slap “Bitch, I am not easy to be bullied, you want to show me hell," JUST YOU" I grin and give out a horrible laugh, No, baby girl, you can't, you know why because I have being there before, and I have experienced what its means to be in hell, I crawl out from there by myself. Bitch, I am the boss from hell, and I am your boss” I sneer at her gripping her hair tightly and if you dare come after me because of this kind of bullshit issue, I am going to show you the real hell itself because I am the lord and I am the queen of hell, you got that” I yell

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

Hard. "Come on....Bring it on ,you bastard." I yelled , tearing off my tie.He got up and pounced on me .He grabbed me,floored me and strode me.He rained punches on me,I could only cross my hands to ward off the blows.God, he was livid. I turned over and then we were rolling on the floor,digging for purchase and swearing a whole lot of expletives. We both pulled back at the same time , breathing hard.

Did the bastard just leave me here, alone and unsatisfied? Yup. He did. And I'm having my revenge. Just you wait Nathan Synclair! You are sooooo dying of blue balls!

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.