Boss Slave Novels & Stories

Although the clergyman was an NPC, Zen still sought solace in that warm welcome each time he woke up in the chapel. The boss battle preparations were finally completed, and Zen thought about the follow-up plan when he defeated the second boss stage. According to Sasha, the pink slime boss would blend into the group of pink slime minions after it received too much damage. The boss monster could not self regenerate, so Zen had the upper hand. The many little slimes could be as dangerous as fighting a huge group of green slimes. They were quick and had good coordination.

Cullen seductively teased her. Heart nodded and started massaging his bare dick while having an eye contact with Cullen. “Yes, Master. I can’t stop myself from fantasizing you. I want to fuck you every now and then.” Heart confessed. Cullen was still playing with her boobs. “Now, let’s have a deal. I will pay you more but I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want.” Cullen proposed. Heart’s eyes widened and stopped from playing his dick down there. Cullen leaned closer to her face. “From now on, I am your Boss, Your Master.” Cullen declared while smirking evilly.

Crossing her arms, Larissa said, "They're my men. They won't hurt me." Bob's expression darkened. "Missy, you must be mistaken. They work for my boss, and they're my boss' personal assets." She tilted her chin at him and quipped, "Go back and tell your boss that they're all mine now." He stared at her for a while. Suddenly, his face twitched into a sneer. "So, you know they're clones?"

Chapter: 20 ******* A gentle knock interrupted his thoughts, prompting him to snap, "What?!" Bogo stood behind the closed door, responding without entering the room. "Your meeting is scheduled for ten, Boss," he informed him calmly. The Boss had been in a foul mood since their return last night, issuing an order that no one should enter his room without permission. Bogo worried for his well-being but understood the need to respect his boundaries. After all, Dirk was their leader, and Bogo was merely his chief bodyguard, someone Dirk trusted with his life. But even Bogo recognized his place. He couldn't deny that the sight of their Boss last night had unsettled him slightly. In all the years

I smiled dryly at them, and pointed the sharp knife at them “I’m going to slice your flesh and give it to dog. which one of you do I start with?” “Him!” “Him!” they both screamed. I laughed and walked predatorily to Bobby. “You’re already naked, and will make my job much easier. I’ll just start with the thing you wanted raping my wife with,” He burst into tears, “please, it was Boss orders. Please—” “And who is your Boss?” I asked “It’s…”

"You should report him. To the board. To HR. To someone who can actually do something." "And say what? That I voluntarily joined a BDSM platform and my boss happened to find me there? That I spent six months following his commands because I liked it? I'd lose my job and my reputation. He'd probably survive—he's the CEO. Rich. Powerful. Connected. I'm just the assistant who got caught doing something embarrassing." Natasha was quiet for a moment. Processing. "Then quit. Walk away. Never see him again. You don't owe him anything, Viv."

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.

"Boss, he’s overriding the main tower grid! The rotor is locked at ninety percent power—he’s clearing the deck!" Mikael stood frozen by the ruined mahogany desk. His broad shoulders were rigid, his jaw set so tight a muscle ticked violently along his cheek. His ice-grey eyes were fixed on the empty leather chair where his mentor had sat just moments before. The raw shock of betrayal still hung heavily in the air around him, a heavy, suffocating fog of decades-old loyalty colliding with a brutal, unforgiving reality. He was a man caught between the ghost of the father figure who had raised him and the cold, bloody architect of a ten-year conspiracy.

“Really? Can I see?” “The bus will be here soon. I should get going.” He grabbed my arm again. “Don’t forget who your boss is.” “Whoever that may be, I’m sure he has the right to fire rebellious employees, right?” “You’re acting like a child, and you know I won’t fire you.” “Then if you want me to act like an adult, define my damn working hours.” “Fine. We’ll leave by eight at the latest every evening. Deal?” If I knew how to do a victory dance, I would’ve twirled across the lawn right in front of him.

I bit​ my l‌ip,‍ stopping mys⁠e‌lf. “And then you forgot what ‘work’ meant?” she teased, wig​glin⁠g her eyebrow‌s. “Tasha.” “⁠What?​ I’m your best friend. I‍t’s my duty to live for your drama.” I rolled m‍y eye‍s, but the k​not i‍n my chest wouldn’t l​et go. “It’s⁠ c​omplicat‌ed. I don’t even know i⁠f we should let it happ⁠en again.​ I mean… he’s my boss.”