Bossypants Novels & Stories

“Yours has a mind of its own.” I froze. “Meaning?” “Meaning it doesn’t obey you,” he said, as I felt cold immediately. Xena was my best friend, yes she was different but my grandparents didn't say this. “It doesn’t answer your emotions or your will. It thinks separately. Plans separately. Wants separately.” As soon as he said this, the hologram wolf of xena slammed against the digital barrier, and the lights in the room flickered. I jerked back. “That reaction,” he said, “is why you’re here.”

“I don’t permit recording.” I rolled my eyes in irritation. “I wasn’t staring at you. I was actually glaring at you. The fact that you are the boss doesn’t give you the right to abuse me verbally and still try to intimidate me at the end.” He looked up at me with a frown now. “Did you hear anything from what I just said now or not?” I looked out the window. “I’m not deaf.” “Listen to me, Bonnie. I would advise you to snap out of your fantasies or imaginations. This is reality check, okay?!” he raised his voice now. “Stop thinking we are still in Ridgesview.”

I've sculpted a character based on my boss, Jacob Carter, in my smutty novel. Jacob, who's a cold, distant, and stern man in reality, is reduced to a lovesick simp in my novel. Apparently, he's maddeningly in love with me there. But when I tender my resignation letter later on, Jacob rips it into shreds before cornering me. "Oh? Are you planning to leave now that you've finished writing that novel of yours? How dare you discard me as soon as you're done with me! What am I, a cheap escort?"

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.

The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins’. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan bodyguards than a man of the boss’s stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.

"Hey, Baldy. So, who is this bastard who doesn't give a flying fuck about me, Bobby Smith? I'm going to whack their legs right off!" Bobby then sauntered into the factory. He had a plump figure and a mass of gold chains dangling from his neck while a cigar hung from the corner of his mouth. He then casually walked into the place with the rest of his men, all with a hostile look on their faces. At once, the other people could feel his alarmingly oppressive presence in the factory.

said the tattoo sleeve guy. Wilbur instantly laughed and asked, "Really? I don't buy it." "Heh. You better believe it. You'll be scared witless when you know who my boss is," said the blond guy arrogantly. Wilbur was slightly curious. He asked, "May I know who's your boss? Is he that scary?" "Ha! My boss is the God of Thunder, Master Penn. His thunder spells are outrageous, and he defeated many invincible opponents. Got it?" asked the blond guy.

Oakley Carson I can't believe I let that asshole touch me. And say that shit to me. Who does he think he is? Fucking dickhead. Ford is pathetic, and I can't believe I agreed to meet with him in the first place. I'm fucking pathetic too. But not anymore. I'm done. I'm not going to get involved with Axton, and I'm done being involved with Ford. Men suck. The fucking end.

"Is this garbage really what you came up with? If you submit trash like this again next week, the entire team will lose this month's bonus, and you can all start packing." Victor's icy gaze swept over everyone in the room. Heads immediately dropped, and no one dared to make a sound. I sat at the far end of the conference table, keeping my head down and pretending to take notes. In reality, both my hands were under the table, typing furiously on my phone. I opened the chat with my online boyfriend, whom I'd saved as "K." I sent him a photo I'd taken the night before, a shot of my legs in black lace stockings. Then I sent two messages. "K, my cold-blooded boss lost it again today. He chewed me

When Bobby said that, his expression obviously showed that he was merely teasing Zayn. However, Zayn smiled blankly and deliberately put on a startled expression as he responded, “Wow, Odd Bob, how did you know that I was the chairman of Violet Vision?” Bobby immediately punched Zayn on the chest and scowled with a smirk on his face as he said, “F*ck you, you narcissist.” Zayn blinked his eyes and said, “What’s the matter, Odd Bob? Why can’t I be the chairman of Violet Vision?”