Novel & Cerita Boss Possesive

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

they belong to us. Erasmus is right; she belongs to him and her wolf belongs to Erasmus, he claimed her that night, and his claim still remains valid so long as she isn’t joined to another. She is his, she belongs to him, and he’ll be damned before he lets anyone else have her… or kill her.

’ I was already drafting an email when the realisation dawned on me. Poço Sol was owned by Lucas Gottesman, aka Grossman. A highly unprofessional question slipped out before I could stop it. ‘Is it because of what happened tonight? Because of… me?’ Had Kai told him what happened? Lochlan gave me a level look. ‘I don’t do business with people who can’t control their primal impulses. A reliable partner is one who exercises control. He clearly does not.’ I nodded. We went through the rest of the schedule quickly.

asked Pandora, hoping he wouldn't say what she was afraid of. "I will leave because later the boss will come to accompany you." "What do you mean?" Pandora's confusion was compounded. There is a 'bos' amongst 'bosses'; is that what the man was really saying? "I am Helios. Just an intermediary. The boss will be here in the next hour. Prepare; don't disappoint him. Go inside the room." Helios.

the boss says to me. We exit the princess’ room and head to the backyard. There, a black Lamborghini of the latest model is parked. I mutter under my breath. “I don't want to believe that—” The rattle of a key holders steals my attention and I turn to see the boss stretching the key towards me. “It's yours, son,” he utters. “No way…” I cover my mouth, turning a three sixty in confusion. “No way! No fu…cking way!”

{"Never will you ever go close to what's mine. You don't know, but I'm a possessive man when it comes to my things" ~~~ Sophia clawed at Chase's arm as he walked into his room, and he let go of her wrist finally. "I-oww!" She yelped when he took her off guard by forcefully grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him, her forehead colliding with his strong chest. Sophia raised up her other hand to rub the spot but her palm didn't reach there because Chase gripped her other arm too and she looked up at him. “You are mine,” He growled, staring down at her. “You don't hide away from who owns you, Gattina. You don't do that”

"Yes, my hands have the King of Diamonds, but my mind doesn't know what boss your tongue is talking about." Jackson smarks knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest. "That specific territory diamond is worth at least 7.5 million resources on the market! Surely your stray muzzle is not suggesting that the diamond belongs to your personal name rather than your wealthy employer?" I reply straightforwardly, keeping my voice steady, "My mind doesn't know anything about an employer, but the King of Diamonds is indeed my personal property."

Something possessive and violent. Mine.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.