Which Helluva Boss Character Are You Novels & Stories

"It got broken." "Got broken." I repeated the words. He hadn't intentionally taken it off. It got broken and he didn't put on another one. "Y…y..ye…yes. I got into a fight w….with some friends and it got broken. I didn't wear another one since then." A fight with some friends? It couldn't be. "You do not call people who do not have your best interest at heart your friends, Tiger. Those pricks were bullies." They had been the ones who helped me find Tyler.

Mama Sarah humphed, and brought her hands down, she lifted her chin lightly and glared at Boss Cool, who shuddered in fright. “You are the one who brought them to fight me, right?” she asked sternly. Boss Cool panicked “I don't know him, I have never seen him before” he explained anxiously, sweating a bucket, he seemed to have lost some pounds. Mama Sarah raised her hand in midair, Boss Cool shuddered, and his entire body shivered. His face grimaced, and shut his eyes tightly, wetting his pants, Mama Sarah's face twitched. “What a coward” she mumbled under her breath, wondering if he was the man controlling the turf of the slums.

"Boss, our plan got failed again. Abeer bro is back in business. Now what to do?",Neil asked out of concern. "Hmm...I see..Luck was really on his side. After all he defeated death and came back from hell. Such a devil he is! I just hate him from the core of my heart.",The Boss replied from the other side of the call. "Boss ,do you have any idea how to execute our next plan?"Neil asked ,seriously.

She spoke with pride, smirking confidently. Her words annoyed both Meera and Thorne, making them restless. "The same man who hates women protected you? Are you sure he didn't fake this so-called protection to hide his true plans for you, Captain?" Meera questioned with envy, trying to paint Dante as the villain. But she was shunned by Valeska who said, smirking at her, "How about you stay out of this, Miss Influencer? If I were you, I'll worry about my fans and pray they don't unfollow me for being a bad influence to the younger generations."

Then froze. Of course. Of fucking course. The universe hated me. Lukas stood inside alone. My boss looked infuriatingly perfect this morning, his dark suit fit him flawlessly, his silver watch gleamed beneath the overhead lights, his hair looked annoyingly neat. And those grey eyes, those awful, dangerous grey eyes, immediately found mine. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, it was just enough to tell me how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared straight ahead. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.

I shouted over the alarm. He didn’t look up. “I have to.” I watched him work, hands shaking, sweat running down his face. For a moment he didn’t look like the cold, untouchable boss who ruled the company. He looked human. Scared. Determined. And I hated that part of me wanted to reach for him. A distant rumble shook the floor again. Cracks spread across the walls. The beeping turned into one long, piercing sound. “Two minutes!” I yelled.

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

~2 months later~ The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live.

Lucian called after me. I turned back. “Whatever's going on, it doesn't have to be your burden alone. I am your boss, I can help.” He whispered. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and let him fix everything. But I knew better than to trust a man like Lucian Cross with my vulnerabilities. “Goodnight, Lucian.”

she snapped, “You might be dramatic. And insufferable. And have a god complex half the time but you’re not her. You are not selfish. You’re smart, not as smart as me—” I chuckled, at the confidence in her tone. “---but still very smart, You’re stubborn, yes but You care more than any boss I've overworked with.” “Aren't I the only boss you've worked with?” “That's besides the point.” She countered waving her arms, “ What I'm saying is underneath all that dramatic playboy lifestyle, you’re a good man, strong and loyal, and it would be stupid of you to believe you are anything less.” Her words struck a chord within me, my heart hammered wildly as I process them slowly. I blinked, struggling to