Boss Hates Me Novels & Stories

Bode inquired, fuming. "No, me. Boss, this wan no one gree! " "You say? Where's your room! Where are your belongings? " Boss ordered. "Oh? Follow me. " Bode sighed, they fierce look focused furiously on him and it seemed like robbers were becoming scared of the one they came to rob from. "I'll smack your head with this rifle, Boss this one is full of himself. " another interrupted, walked towards Bode and knocked him with his gun; watching Bode spat out blood with a tiny cut near his nose while he raised his face up with anger.

“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.”

I slammed my hands on the table, my voice low and growling, my eyes becoming black. "Yes, Boss," Thalia bowed and exited, my mother staring after her until she followed. I blinked, gradually regaining my composure, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My Boss aura had surfaced, nearly consuming me. When I commanded with my Boss voice, Thalia had no choice but to obey. My mother, being a witch, was capable of resisting it, but that didn't ease my frustration. "Caspian." Vincent’s voice echoed in my mind, and I focused on him.

As Robert was about to speak again, he saw the system notification on the screen: [Welcome back, Boss! Boss? Why did that ID look so familiar? Robert hesitated for a moment. He instantly recalled that Boss was the only person who had defeated Uji Quin! Was Charmine...the player Boss? No… Impossible! Charmine could not be Boss!

"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."

my subconscious mocked. I was just about to grab a chair when the door opened again. “Hello, princess. Bossman wants you to watch a little show he’s putting on,” one of his goons said. “What show might that be? Dumb and Dumber?” I asked sarcastically. “Shut your trap and watch,” the bulky guy snapped. I sat down and waited for him to turn the TV on. What I saw nearly made my eyes pop out. “Where the fuck is that baboon face? I’m going to kill him myself if he hurts her!” I demanded.

“My daughter. Mariah. No. No. I can’t. “ She busted out in inconsolable tears. He mentioned some capomandamento; I knew that this means boss. So they do have a boss and the person who seems such a danger and inhuman is not the boss. Still, he is so much harmful and dangerous. I was numb thinking about their boss, what a piece of shit he must be. Totally inhuman, barbaric, destructive, hopeless. Mariah always tried to bully me, made my life a living hell. But I would never want her to go through all this. I was disheartened.

My dagger is a fucking ant to their weapons My head boiled when I watch them laugh “look, boss! This kid trying to fight!” “aww, she’s crying!” stop reading their lips! Lina! It’s already frustrating because of these muscle heads! Too much for the grand plan Lina! Did you just thought that they are like those infected and you can handle them?! Of course~ I can use my ability here and there but this body can only take the limited attacks and can’t use more! The boss comes closer and expects my face. I want to laugh because he's wearing sunglasses even though it’s nearly evening. I realized in my reflection that it’s true! I am crying!

The last thing I wanted was a simple message. — Lisa, I'm sorry for everything. You won't lack anything there. I promise, I'll take care of it. You'll be fine. Learn as much as you can, and I won't forget my promise to take care of you and your child. Please, don't do anything foolish. Seize the opportunity to study. I'll be waiting for your return eagerly. Never forget that I am YOUR ONLY BOSS, the text read, as if that could solve my life. I felt fury coursing through my blood, a mixture of love and hate that irritated me, especially after remembering what he had said about his marital affairs. — Verbiage and more verbiage, you're an idiot, Thiago, I replied without holding back my words.

You can't even show basic courtesy, so how can you possibly expect us to keep working with you after this? Panicking, Wayne said, "Mr. Wilkins, this is all Meredith's fault. She's holding a grudge against me. Just give me ten more minutes. Once I get out, I promise I'll give you a satisfactory proposal." Mr. Wilkins laughed coldly. "I'm not comfortable entrusting a 50-million-dollar contract to a company where the boss is locked in a feud with his own employees." With that, Mr. Wilkins led his people straight out.