Helluva Boss Story Romane & Geschichten

"I have come to take you to Hell." At the mention of Hell, the boss's scowl deepened. He tried to grab Calix's shoulder, but his hand passed through his body. Angered instead of disappointed, the boss casted around as though searching for something to hurl at Calix, but instead he clapped eyes on his own lifeless body. His shoulders sagged. A guttural half-scream, half-whimper escaped his lips. When he lifted his head again, he didn't look menacing anymore. He looked desperate. "I can't be dead. And I most definitely can't go to Hell. What can I do? How do I—"

I demanded but they only whispered amongst themselves and my curiosity made me strain to grasp whatever they were onto about. "Thank goodness she didn't actually die- hit her a little too hard- the boss would have fed your eyes to the- we should have him know of- don't you think we should- she looks really pale and- The Boss also said to- " their voices came out to me in a very disorderly way that i almost couldn't grasp a thing but I held on to that one thing that took the whole of my attention. The Boss? What Boss? Who the hell are they talking about?

Before the Boss recovered from the shock of killing his friend, Alexis had rolled towards the Boss, she used her needle on his hand which was on the gun trigger, the Boss found his arm stiffed in the air, and he can't even pressed the trigger. Immediately the Boss waved his left punch, Alexis was faster, she hit the Boss in the elbow with her punch, the sound of bone breaking and a man howling in pain was heard, before the pain stopped, Alexis hit the Boss in the abdomen, she pined his leg with another needle, the Boss was now stuck on a spot.

She was dozing off from exhaustion when a message popped up on her phone. “Babe, you have a message,”Felix said as he stretched the phone to her. “Oh thanks babe,” she replied as she tapped on her phone screen. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the name on the screen; Big boss. “where are you? Come over now.” The message from Big boss read. “What do you mean, now? I'm so exhausted and I'm with Felix” Hela typed. “You sort your issues out. If you're not here in thirty minutes, forget it.” Big boss replied.

“Just go to hell!” “I would gladly go to hell but not alone! I will drag your sons with me. HAHAHA!” “W-What?” “Oh! Haha. The real Boss was scared. What a pleasing view…” The Chief even wiped the tears formed on the side of his eyes because of laughing. “What would you feel if I told you that your sons are about to kill each other? That’s exciting, right?” He looks crazy. “You motherf*cking—son of a b*tch!” Debirion, the real Boss, pointed his gun at the Chief and didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. He shouted as he felt the pain in his shoulder.

> “This city knows half the story. Rico is not just another runner, not just another pawn. He carries something that belongs to me. Something that belongs to all of us in this life. If he refuses to return, then I will tell the world exactly what that is. I will tell them his past. And it will haunt him more than any of us ever could.” The Boss gritted his teeth. “That fucking bastard,” he muttered, slamming the glass down on his desk. The bourbon splashed, leaving streaks on the polished wood. His men, seated around the office, exchanged tense glances but kept their mouths shut. They knew when The Boss was boiling close to the edge.

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

the demon whispered, his voice promising both glory and the Fall in a single breath. Uriel didn't answer. He didn’t need to. His body—traitorous and thirsty—answered for him. A low, urgent moan escaped his throat as his hips, with a will of their own, pressed downward, seeking more of that friction, more of the heat that was consuming him.

ANNA’S POV Boss ended the call with that same infuriating smirk on his lips….calm, relaxed, amused. He never looks angry. He never raises his voice. But don’t let that smile deceive you. The devil at least warns you before he drags you to hell. Boss doesn’t. He dropped the phone beside him and exhaled, a thick puff of smoke filling the room, the heavy scent of tobacco crawling into my lungs. The smoke curled above his head like a crown….fitting for a man who ruled over monsters.