(ReWritten) Helluva Boss: A New Shot

(ReWritten) Helluva Boss: A New Shot

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This is a Rewrite of my first and most popular story on my account: "Helluva Boss: A New Shot" This rewrite will focus more on adding depth to the story and actually making it worth your while compared to the original version. *****SPOILERS**** "Erlik Myrin" Age: 22 Weapons Experience: Pistols, Butcher and Cutting Knives. Self-Taught with pistols and learned from an expert on Knife Combat. Weapons in Possession: Six Round Revolver, and a Bowie Knife. "Relationship" Experience: Single as of the beginning of the story. Has been in two relationships prior, one toxic and the other being calm and civilized. But has decided to drop Love for the time being... Height: 5"7' Eye color: Dark Violet. Fashion Choice: Vests. Long Sleeve T-Shirts. Slacks, Sweatpants, and Torn Shorts.
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Blaze Morvane lived fast, died stupid, and woke up in Hell with a smirk. A lustful, lighthearted wolf turned hellhound with pink hair, grey and white fur, and a knack for bad choices, he never thought the afterlife would include dive bars, demon gigs, or a hellhound with a death glare that could level buildings. But when he lands a job at I.M.P., he finds himself partnered with Loona-snarling, guarded, and infuriatingly unforgettable. Loona doesn't do partners. She doesn't do feelings. And she *definitely* doesn't do Blaze. But mission after mission, banter becomes tension... and tension becomes something that scares them both more than Hell itself: real connection. From awkward team-ups to drunken dances at Gluttony's hottest club, from dumpster mornings to whispered songs in the dark-two broken souls learn that maybe home isn't a place. Maybe it's a person.

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