Helluva Boss Oc の小説・ストーリー

He held a thick envelope in one hand and a phone in the other. “Boss.” His voice cracked. “You need to see this.” Luca's expression instantly changed as he stepped in front of me, subtly but deliberately, like a human shield. “Talk.” The man hesitated only a second before giving him the envelope. Luca opened it to reveal some photos. I could not see the details, but I could see the tightness in his jaw and the tick near his temple. Then the phone was passed, and a video was already playing. It had no sound, just grainy images. I quietly stepped around him and took a peek.

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

I muttered. I wanted him…I needed him even though it was wrong. I tell myself that we were only humans driven by flesh even though I knew this was the greatest sin recorded in the history of mankind. This was betrayal to everyone around me. But I didn't fucking care…not yet. Jaxon was built differently, he was every woman's dream… Literally. He was on all billboard, magazines, news headlines…everything. And he was mine… my father's Boss…my dirty little secret.

SEE YOU IN HELL SON OF A BITCH! ^^^^^^

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

The boss asserted happily as he walked towards the girl who was still standing majestically with folded arms. “Have you ever heard of the name van!?” The girl asked, grabbing his shirts and biting on her lower lips seductively. What????? The boss asked, confused. “Your Doom” She smirked as she quickly aimed for his neck and twisted it abruptly. With that he fell to the floor lifelessly. “Ahhhhh” Ophelia screamed, covering her mouth with her hands. She has never witnessed a lady as terrifying as this in her entire life.

Her smile was already forming as she entered, and widened as she neared; the taps of her shoes silenced instantly as they sank into the plush carpeting of The Boss' office. "I actually threatened the CMO of a Fortune 100 company and it worked!" Gina exclaimed—referring to the meeting that afternoon. Her eyes were flashing with excitement, her entire face lit up. She put her hands on his desk and leaned forward, bringing her face close to his, and blew her air of joy into his breathing space. Rhonda had forgotten to button Gina's shirt all the way up—the top three remained unbuttoned—and what it revealed helped him to remember that in front of him was not a jubilant child but a fully grown wo

"You're playing with your life, you know that?" "He’s a devil." I slumped onto the couch. "He’s trying to kill me." "The Boss isn't a devil." Elena handed me a glass of water. "Devils actually have feelings. He’s a heartless machine." By 9 PM, I needed to forget. I dragged Elena to an underground club across the city. Neon purple lights flashed across my face. Shirtless male models danced on poles, their muscles gleaming. I raised my hand for a waiter.

"What the hell—" ***