Boss Deeper And Deeper Novels & Stories

How low can a person get? "There is nothing money can't buy you see!” He pointed to the empty room. “A little fire alarm and everyone just disappeared into thin air. Your plan to get witnesses was only worthy of making me laugh. There’s no witness, no evidence and sadly, no more plans. I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life rotting in prison with charges you can’t even fathom! I salute your adorable attempt at playing games with me. But I’m your father, I’ve been playing these games for a lot longer than you can imagine." "Unfortunately, Mr. McKenna, you won't be playing games for a long time now."

Then, I shoved the stunned sound technician aside and inserted my military-grade USB drive. "Members of the press and everyone watching online. Today, not only have I returned alive, but I've also brought you all a real deep-sea documentary." I pressed play. The screens immediately cut away from the fake memorial footage and displayed the 4K high-definition audio and video from the deep-sea black box. "Stop playing dead! Just save your oxygen and start swimming up already! Zachary's dream is riding on you!" "Summer had my kid just to keep you around as her personal ATM!"

Deep’s father spoke. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the extent of Deep's injuries without causing any further distress. "I'll be honest with you. Deep has sustained severe injuries. He has deep cuts and bruises all over his body, indicative of a brutal assault. I honestly don’t know how he is even still breathing after all the torture he seems to have gone through. Additionally, several bones are broken, and there might be internal injuries we are yet to fully assess."

"Of course, you still have the option of doing nothing. They all die, and your debt doubles." "Don’t make me do this, please." I wept, squeezing my eyes shut. "Have mercy, Boss! I beg you! For my girls!" the man screamed in utter despair. I covered my ears and shut my eyes tight, trying to shut out that world, convincing myself that not answering would be enough. "Miss! Miss, please save me!" "Let’s begin the countdown," Cassian announced. I lifted my eyes in horror. "Ten, nine, eight…"

Hearing the cries on the other end of the phone, my heart felt like it was about to leap out. That feeling was no different from when I heard about Arthur's death. I gripped the phone tightly, my voice trembling imperceptibly. "You should know what they want, right?" "Now that you have solved your problem at your end, I’m going to trouble you to solve mine," he said with a malicious tone, deliberately using Billy's safety to disgust me. "How much do you need? I'll transfer it to your account." I tried my best to remain calm but couldn't control the trembling.

Deep from the depths, a long-drawn-out howl immediately rang out and swept with the booming echo of an approaching nightmare. - Is he alone? the Vistolet asked quietly, his voice trembling. “Now, yes,” Yarsi listened intently into space. - They became crowded and the second went to another place for hunting. But... he's coming back. The valleys trembled again, layers of earth heaved up along all the cracks, stood up obliquely and slowly crawled into the abyss. At the same time, a palisade of a bone crest rose from the depths, grew taller than human height, and jerkily moved towards the lake.

I opened the door and strode down the steps without any light in my hand, as I was already aware of the way out here. I descended with each step, and my breath was getting heavier while my heartbeat was increasing rapidly. I keep having bad feelings, and I do not know what is wrong. When I walked into the hallway of my secret basement, my heart started to race, and I turned on the lights. I called her name, "Julia," but she did not answer, which made me even more worried.

I’m in too deep. But for the first time in my life, I don’t want out.

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 tide shifted again. Behind her, the Deep Script pulsed faintly beneath the water, responding to something deeper than the immediate confrontation. “You’re stepping into something layered,” she said. “Old. Complicated. Protected in ways you don’t see yet.” Ares didn’t like that. But he listened. Because now— He had to. Celeste took one slow step forward. The sand didn’t resist. It adjusted. “You think this ends with force,” she said. “It doesn’t. It expands.”