Boss For Me Novels & Stories

His aura of dominance radiated once more, filling the cramped apartment room. ​"I am a werewolf. Not just a regular wolf, but an Alpha. And what you did last night was a massive insult and a highly inappropriate act." ​Nichole fell silent for a moment. She stared at her boss's face—handsome and fierce, yet now looking so convincing in his delusion. ​Instead of arguing or panicking again, Nichole actually smiled even wider. An understanding smile she often gave her five-year-old nephew when the boy claimed to be a superhero.

“Of course, I expected less from a dussy.” “Arden!” Deja Vu slices into me. Papa always calls me that. ‘A pussy with a penis,’ he’d say. But Arden’s not my Papa and has no fucking right to call me that. Arden’s voice drops to a sinister snarl. “It’s boss.” I grit my teeth. One day. One fucking day, he’ll feel what it’s like to be me. “Boss.” “And?” “They want to expand,” I keep my firm, trying not to notice how close he’s standing. “Yorkshire, London, and Scotland. They need partners and investors worldwide. Our ad team pulls twenty thousand views daily—”

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.

"So, naniniwala ka na bang masipag ang boss mo?" "Hindi!" Giit niya. "Inspired ka lang this week kaya ganado ka magtrabaho." Nakairap nitong sagot. "Sus! How about you, inspired ka lang din ba this week kaya hindi masyadong humaba 'yang nguso mo habang nagtatrabaho?" Pang-aasar ko sa kanya na siyang ikinainis niya. Si Wesley talaga ang tinutukoy ko dahil batid kong nagkakamabutihan na sila ng kaibigan ko.

“You didn’t knock her out, did you?” “Don’t think so,” says the guy carrying me. “Better not have,” someone else adds. “The Boss will kill you. He doesn’t want a scratch on her.” My ears burn. The Boss? Who could this walking dead man be? I guess I’m about to find out.

“I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.” I fought against the rogues as they pushed me forward, fear clawing at my insides. “I won’t stay here! You can’t keep me!” The Boss moved closer, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh, but you will. I intend to make you understand just how powerless you truly are. You may think you’re strong, but I have ways of breaking even the fiercest spirit.” I glared at him, refusing to show my fear. “You’re a monster. You’ll never get away with this.”

The kind of laugh that belonged to someone who was completely comfortable. "You came," the voice said. It was distorted, run through something electronic that flattened and shifted it. But the amusement underneath was clear. "You were here on time. You waited. You didn't bring anyone." "I came alone," I said. "Like you asked." "Good," the voice said. "That tells me something about you, Marcus. It tells me you're serious. And I like serious people." I stood very still. "Who are you?" "You can call me what everyone else does," the voice said. "The Boss."

The blue visor over his eyes flickered rapidly, processing his failed attack with computer like calculations. System detected physical obstruction, BOSS said in his stiff, mechanical voice. Reconfiguring target elimination tactics. BOSS! It’s me, Bima! Bima shouted, stepping forward to face his former ally with a sharp yet pained look in his eyes. Remember the soto flavored instant noodles we made? Remember the hot steam that made your eyes water when we celebrated our victory? Bima continued, trying to tap into the man's humanity. BOSS’s hand holding the scanner trembled for a split second, a small anomaly amidst his highly precise, mechanical movements.

Luka stated firmly as he got off the ground and helped me to my feet. “You killed them!” The Banshee screamed and even through the earbuds, the sound was loud enough to cause my bones to vibrate painfully. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. This Boss wasn’t like any other Boss, the health bar that showed up above her was already down in the red. There was only one, unlike the other Boss’s we have faced.

"Bogo, tell me... Who among them despises me the most? Who could turn against their own Don?" Bogo's gaze met Dirk's, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking, his voice laced with a hint of sorrow. "Boss, I wish I could shield you from this truth, but I have to be honest. There are those who envy your power, who resent the control you wield. They see your vulnerability as an opportunity, a chance to rise against you."