Films Like Horrible Bosses Novels & Stories

“Why would you get fired? If anything his balls are in a vice.” A slow smirk appeared on my face. “Actually, they’re blue.” She tilted her head. “Wait, so you got off, but he didn’t?” I let out a snort, then began to snicker into an uncontrollable laughter. “I blue-balled my boss.” Mindy howled. “Holy shit Kels, you own him now!” I wiped away a tear from laughing so hard. “Not sure that’s true at all.” She shook my shoulders. “Do you know how many lawsuits and company policies he just broke? You could end him.”

A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants. “Let me guess,” I deadpanned. “Another billionaire with a God complex? What's his crime, killing puppies? Or does he enjoy watching peasants like me suffer.” “It's not funny.” Frank rolled his eyes. “He is Lucian Cross. The CEO of Cross Media Entertainment who just bought out three rival networks. Rumor has it he's got skeletons in his closet big enough to sell papers for months.” He leaned in, his coffee breath making my eyes water. “Get me something explosive, or start cleaning out your desk.”

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

But something made him tap the notification, open the message. A photo loaded. A photo of them in the elevator of his building. Her pressed against the mirrored wall, his mouth on her neck, her eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. Her dress was hiked up around her hips. His hand was clearly between her thighs. The image was high quality—taken through the security camera, then enhanced and cropped to focus on the most damning details. Unmistakably them. Below the photo, a message: “Does HR know you’re fucking the boss? Walk away in 24 hours or everyone sees everything.”

On the sixtieth floor, the gazes of the Angel of Fire and the Lord of Chaos crossed; for an instant, the line separating obsession from hatred seemed to vanish. The office had transformed into a silent battlefield. Uriel, inhabiting Carter's body, felt a pang of human nausea. It wasn't fear, but the collision between his celestial instincts and the persistent echoes of the assistant’s cellular memory. "Let go of me, parasite!" Uriel demanded, though his fingers did not immediately respond. Astaroth, leaning against the desk, closed his eyes for a brief moment. An amber flash lit his gaze and, suddenly, a cruel smile spread across his face. That smile transformed Dorian’s expression. The demo

Harper’s POV Mondays were already a nightmare, but this was definitely a horror movie. After the spectacle' of the conference where the new CEO hadn’t even bothered to show up, the entire office was still buzzing with gossip. Actually, come to think of it, the only thing worse than an intimidating boss was a mysterious one. Except for the fact that almost everyone seemed to be getting off on having a CEO who stuck around as nothing more than an urban legend, and I was drowning under a pile of work my manager hadn’t even apologized about yet.

I watched in horror as the plastic cup of coffee flew out of my hands. I knew where it was headed but I hoped that by some miracle, it would land somewhere else. Sadly, it didn't. “Oh my goodness!" My boss yelled as she sprung to her feet. The unpleasant surprise on her face slowly turned to disgust when she realized I was responsible. She turned to me with the scariest eyes I had ever seen. “I'm so sorry ma'am." I scrambled for the box of paper towels seated on her desk, quickly pulling out two of them and rushing to her. The brown liquid was already soaking her grey coloured jumpsuit and spreading fast.

He was incomparable, arrogant, and honorable, as if the world had surrendered under his feet. At the age of 24, he inherited his family business and became the President of the Dawson Group. A man like this would seemingly not be supposed to hang out with a group of playboys like Lucas. However, since Henry bought the villa behind the Bennett Family Villa, he has been hanging out with Lucas' group several times. Alexander didn't know where he offended Henry, but the man hated him. He didn't make threats, but he deliberately wanted to annoy him. Sometimes, Alexander didn't understand. Even if he offended him, a high-level businessman who manages tens of thousands of people can't keep being sn

He shook his head many times while mumbling this thing. "Liar!" I hold his neck firmly because of anger. He becomes sluggish and has already stopped squirming. But that wasn't going to stop me from touching his neck even more. I feel in my fist the urge to kill somebody. I'm so mad to find out that this person doesn't even know where the heck that box is. 'Sh*t!' "B-Boss… he's already dead. He didn't breathe anymore." One of my men informed me about the man I was holding, lifeless now.

He is very afraid that Jordan will be angry and will punish him. "No, she's the right girl," Jordan replied, surprising Alex with what he said. "Do you think I'm asking you to find a sex worker girl?" asked Jordan angrily. But actually, anyone would think like that to him. "Yeah, doesn't Boss want a girl to ---." Alex did not dare to continue. Jordan glares at Alex as if he answers that he's not a guy who's looking for a girl to sleep with. "So, why does Boss force me to look for girls if not to warm Boss's body?" asked Alex in surprise.