Films Like Horrible Bosses Novels & Stories

“I know it must be killing you.” I turned around and opened the little fireplace in the wall. “They say you can't feel more than one emotion at once,” I said, putting on the gloves. “One must surpass the other.” I picked up the glowing red rod from the furnace. “Hearing your screams bounce off the walls of this room would do just the trick.” I walked back to him, waving the rod in front of his face. He leaned back, his eyes widening in fear. “Look, I was hired,” he screamed. “That person you killed did most of the work. I don't even know what was inside the fucking video.”

The boss asked. “To know you’re human.” The Boss’s expression didn’t shift, but his pulse spiked. “That disappoint you?” Rico tilted his head. “Kinda hoped the devil was real. Makes it easier to hate him.” The boys held their breath, no one dared move. The Boss stepped closer, so close their foreheads nearly touched. “You think hate’s safer than want?” He whispered. “I think you’re scared.” The words landed like a slap to his personality. For a long moment, no one spoke.

"She's gone completely crazy. Wait! Don't tell me your boss is hot, and he's every woman's dream, and you fell in love with him at first sight… that's an old story. Remember, that brought you your first heartbreak and…" "Do I look dumb to you? I'm done with all that love shit! I was going to say that… my boss, gosh, his dick was freaking big and scary!" I gushed, emphasising the size with my hands. Hannah looked at me with squinted eyes and examined my neck for signs of malaria or fever. "Maybe you actually have a problem in your head. I will call Dr. Halmes to fix you up," she scoffed. "Hannah, I am perfectly fine!” I continued loudly. “I stroked his big dîck and even sucked it until he cum

We were both giggling until we heard a deep laugh come from somewhere. We both jumped terrified and started hugging each other. "Do you think it's a ghost?' Claire asked trembling. "They don't exist." I spluttered. Our eyes looked around the apartment trying to find where the laugh was coming from. And then the 'ghost' spoke. "You're right Ms. Richardson. Not a ghost just your fuckable boss." Claire and I went still for a second our heads slowly turning to look at the phone in my hand to see my boss' number on the screen showing that he has been on the call for the last 5 minutes.

she inquired. I sighed and let out, "My boss hates me." "Doesn't everyone's boss hate them?" I laughed and said, "Maybe." My voice saddened as I added, "But his hatred just feels more personal. I wonder why. I don't think I ever did anything to step on his toes." "You were probably his ex-wife in the previous life," she joked. "Yeah, right. As if that's possible." I shook my head at her ridiculous suggestion. "You should watch more supernatural shows to know what can or can't be possible."

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

" A shot resounded in the air And Jeffrey fell onto the ground, his fingers moved as he began to use his nails to crawl out of there. Unfortunately, the figure in the shadows grabbed the man by his curly brown hair his eyes pierced through the bullet hole in his stomach. A grin of satisfaction took over the boss's lips. " I wouldn't let you die so easily" and fired the other round into his arm. A mixture of blood and water oozed out, staining the tile's floor. Upon seeing this, the boss frown. He picked up the almost lifeless body by his hair, with fingers digging into his scalps, and slammed him into the wall. The boss lifts the lifeless body intill is dangling then drops it unto the floor.

The little light that slipped through the cracks was dim and dirty, as if even the sun recoiled from peeking into that place. Her body was marked—not just by wounds, but by a deep, almost lethal exhaustion. Her mind drifted between delirium and brief moments of clarity. Every muscle screamed. Her mouth was dry, her stomach shrunken. And worst of all was the silence… the silence between his visits. Because when he came, the silence ended—but the terror began. Footsteps echoed again in the narrow corridor. Heavy. Determined. She knew. It was him. The door burst open, slamming against the wall. The boss stormed in, his expression loaded, like someone returning from war. His eyes were hard, blaz

Big boss shouted again at his men while making sure to keep his eyes on the motherfucker who beat him up and humiliated him and was slowly getting away from his grasp and that of his eleven men. “Yes boss!” The lackey right behind the boss said with a shaky voice. That was a big mistake. Big boss angrily turned around in this tight alley and swung a mighty fist at him. This unfortunate lackey’s brains and blood immediately splattered on the lackeys behind him. The remaining ten lackeys stopped abruptly in shock and fear. They were beyond horrified. They had seen all kinds of deaths. They had seen people burn to death and heads cut off. They had seen people bleed to death and even girls be ra

His eyes widened before he spun around so fast he nearly smacked into the wall. Heat exploded under my skin. Why now? Why him? Why at this exact second? I had been a breath away from the kind of pleasure that makes a woman forget her name and this man barged in like a clueless storm. “Sorry, boss!” Daniel choked out. “What do you want?” Malaki’s voice sliced through the air, sharp enough to draw blood. “Boss… your attention is needed. The werewolf hunters attacked some of our people last night.” The shift in Malaki was instant. The dominant heat left him like someone had flipped a switch. Something colder took its place anger, power, violence simmering under the surface.