Striker Helluva Boss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Amelia's heart gave a traitorous twist. She crouched down instinctively, slow, not smiling, just trying not to spook whatever this was between them. "Hi there. You must be the boss around here." The haunted cherub just stared at her. But gaze flicked downward to her boots. Cracked leather. Purple laces. Salt stains. The kind of shoes you wore when you'd run out of better options. That reaction was enough. Amelia let herself smile. Not big. Just soft. "Yeah, they're ugly. But you can slide on hardwood like a champion. Ask my tailbone."

“Offer him a den.” Vito cleaned the Beretta with a toothbrush and gun oil, the ritual calming his pulse. On the table: the bounty flyer, already circulating—his face sketched from a grainy CCTV still, the word STRANIERO in bold. Roberta had texted twice: Where are you? I’m worried. He poured Nero d’Avola into a chipped glass, raised it to the photograph he’d taken of her laughing in the market, flour on her cheek like war paint.

"If I'm not mistaken, your organs have already shattered. Not even God can save you now!" Boaz declared. Startled for just the briefest moment, Damian couldn't help but laugh. Looking quite amused, he asked, "You think I lost?" "Isn't that obvious?" Boaz retorted arrogantly, brimming with self-confidence. The Iron Strike was a treacherous technique that involved hiding inner energy within the strike, catching others off guard. He'd defeated countless formidable enemies with this attack, even killing semi-grandmasters who were half a martial realm above him.

Lucifer said as he got bored waiting for her. Abby threw the bolt like it was a football towards Luci and he dodged it no problem. The bolt ended up landing in the water tank and it boiled the water instantly. Lucifer was looking at the boiling water behind him and pursed his lips, “Powerful, but not fast enough. We need to work on your defensive skills more than anything.” The smile on Abby’s lips fell and Luci began to approach her again, “Perhaps you need to witness a fight between immortal creatures before you are ready to train to battle one,” he said as he approached her and I knew exactly what he wanted.

When I called him he looked up at me and kept staring at me without blinking his eyes. ‘Whao! Someone got melted looking at me.’ I was grinning in my mind only to jolt awake when his loud voice fall on my ear. “Are you a tortoise? Why are you walking so slowly? Do I look like a driver to you? That I will be waiting for you in front of your house. I'm your Boss.” “Sorry, Boss.” I said meekly. Did he just have to spoil my whole mood? Jerk. “Do you want me to open the door for you madam?” He spoke with mockery and I immediately shook my head.

I warned and he shook his head. "That son of a bitch is worse than a cat, must have about twenty lives! I lost count of how many ambushes the boss set up for him before giving up." He complained. "Never, Crusher, not even a graze, nothing! Then it was costing too much money and irritating the boss more than just accepting that son of a bitch is breathing. The boss gave up. But the guy's a cop, sooner or later a bullet finds him." "Oh, well I'm going to try and I'm going to succeed, you can bet I'll send that detective to hell, same way I'm going to do with Hannah and Rafael."

"You won't believe what just happened-" "You stupid bitch!!!", He cussed hard at me. "Sir?" "How dare you?!! How dare you hit a customer hard in the ball for trying to fuck you?!! Do you know you just cost me my most important client?!!", He questioned furiously. "But sir, don't you want to hear what he did at least-" "Fuck what he did, and fuck you too! You know what?! When I see you, you're going to pay back every dime I've on your godforsaken life!! You will pay with your dear life!!"

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

Boss, snap out of it and kill her. 【I bet this is all part of the Boss's strategy. Confuse her, then make her die a painful death.】