Bossy Man Novels & Stories

Now only two enemies remained, Big boss number one and another both caught in between Christopher and the small group. Christopher stared down big boss man number one. Holding the head out in front of him, His emotionless face slowly began to turn into a smile. Witnessing the brutality, and this smile, Big Boss Man felt something he had not felt since his first time in battle. Fear.... And it was damn near crushing him. The one sided blood bath aside it was that sadistic smile that truly terrified him more than the carnage. It wasn't a smile of confidence or one to intimidate. He could only surmise that it was a smile of pleasure. As if there was nothing in the world that he would rather b

Boss complete Man sentence. Adom let out a low chuckle. “Well then Type will be pleased to know that his big brother will never leave this world. And don't worry your Queen will be not devasted beacuse of me. We see now family Boss so you really need to belive me” Man took a step back in surprise. “You would make him into a vampire—”

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

Our Boss asked with a cold voice. Our Boss, Mr Soman was a fat man with potbellied stomach. He drank. A lot. We all knew it. He reeked of Alcohol most of the time. "Me, sir?" I asked and he still continued to glare. "It's Maisy sir." We heard a shaky voice behind us making us turn our head to a woman, our co worker, holding a mop in one hand and a bucket in another. "So why are you just standing there?" He asked and she shook.

He looked like his head were in two, no, three places. “Huh?” I mumbled. “Are you miss Jean?” I frowned slightly. “Who the fuck are you? Another stupid male who has nothing better to do than to hurt women?” I snapped enraged. The man seemed to shift, or was it me that seemed to shift. I wasn’t so sure. Everything was so strange now. “My boss requests that you show your presence immediately.” My frown deepened. “Who the hell is your boss?” “Zayn Usman.”

I buried my face into my work and in just a matter of few minutes, the elevator door dinged open signaling the arrival of 'Thee Bosses'. I quickly got up on my feet as they both walked out of the elevator and holy cow! They were out of this world. Mr. Angry Bird stood proud and tall in a very neat burgundy hued 2 pieced suit. The white button-up dress shirt and a black tie marveled at his look. His hair was combed neatly on his head and oh his sexy furrowed brows! His 5 o'clock shadow stubble made my hands itch to stroke his scruffy face. He looked like a Greek god on Earth.

The man had a very deadly aura around him as he stared at his men with his ocean-like blue eyes. One of his men reached Jessica. Jessica looked at him with her silvery golden eyes. Taking the hand of Jessica he raised it and said in a loud voice, “BOSS! I found her.” The man’s happiness could be seen on his face. Jessica was confused and looked at the person who the man holding her hand just called ‘Boss’. Before that she smacked the face of the man holding her hand and said in a cold and freezing tone. “you are not allowed to touch me!”

It's just that he was too busy yesterday and also had a relapse. Once Jordan entered his office building, everyone seemed to avoid Jordan. They didn't want to make eye contact with Jo. He's too scary when he's angry. Most of the employees in his office don't want to be in trouble with Jordan. Jo was the deputy director of the Van Boss fashion and lifestyle magazine. Van Boss is a fashion and lifestyle magazine that has many branches in various parts of the world. And the center of Van Boss is in New York City. That's where Jordan works.

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

They were getting agitated. "Let's check the other room, boss," the second man told the "boss". The man that was referred to as 'boss' was a burly man with a muscular build that spoke of years of physical strength and endurance. His dark, unruly hair framed a rugged face, complete with a strong jawline and a prominent scar on one cheek. His piercing eyes held a calculating and intense gaze that could send shivers down anyone's spine and it was sending dreadful chill down Elena's spine.