You Will Be Ok Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

The Boss towered at least seven meters tall, dwarfing Rey by five times his height. It glared intensely at its prey, its breathing echoing through the room like the brewing sound of thunder. “So you’re the Boss, huh?” Rey felt his lips widen to their limits as he grinned. Rather than trembling in fear, as he had done in the past, he felt a surge of anxiety mingled with deep curiosity and excitement. “Perfect!” * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! An epic fight awaits us, fellas. I thank everyone who is voting and commenting.

{Understood Boss} He said making me hang up and throwing my phone on my desk. What the hell!! That was something that only I could fix myself but that will only happen when return from settling things... ********

Lia and Riska exchanged looks, feeling a bit of pity, but also remaining alert. "Hey, Vlogger!" Bima called out, his voice low but firm. ZF-BOSS lifted his head with difficulty. His glowing red eyes looked at Bima, then at the Indomie Super Nutripower that Bima now held in his hand. Bima's 'True Romance' aura and his 'Victory Aura' didn't seem to have much effect on this zombie. Mmmph... Indomie... why... is it... still here... I... already... can't... film... ZF-BOSS muttered, a note of real despair in his voice.

"Boss, Mrs. Kim is dead." _________

He said standing up. “Yeah well, you’re not the God damn Boss,” Bobby growled. He had a headache coming, and his blood pressure was up. “I need to hunt, I will be back in a bit, you will come with me to the club and we will do what we need to.”

he ordered him in firm tone. “Ok boss” line went dead. *******

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

” “Yes. You fool!” Raffa is annoyed. “I'm not stupid!” “Shut up and listen carefully, bad boy,” said Pevita. “Bad boy?!” “Why? Any problem?” Raffa sneered. “It's rude to call your boss a bad boy and make fun of me stupid.” Pevita doesn't care what Raffa says. “Now, take this money. The Director goes to the highway and you can wait for a taxi and if a taxi comes by. You can put a stop sign. Okay.” Pevita explains details.

He shook his head many times while mumbling this thing. "Liar!" I hold his neck firmly because of anger. He becomes sluggish and has already stopped squirming. But that wasn't going to stop me from touching his neck even more. I feel in my fist the urge to kill somebody. I'm so mad to find out that this person doesn't even know where the heck that box is. 'Sh*t!' "B-Boss… he's already dead. He didn't breathe anymore." One of my men informed me about the man I was holding, lifeless now.