Novel & Cerita Films Like Horrible Bosses

Even saying the words made Eleanor’s stomach turn. “You will be. Trust me.” The sound of water running, the click of the stove igniting. “My famous hangover cure. Spicy pepper noodles. It’ll hurt going down, but you’ll feel human again in twenty minutes.” Eleanor closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch. Fragments of last night were starting to come back. The club. The drinks. The blue pill. Those guys trying to pull her somewhere dark. And then Oh god. Brody.

If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location. The moment his cooldown ended, Jack dragged me and fled back to the real world. Because the bosses in the horror game could not enter the real world. After finishing off the last two players, all the bosses gathered to hold a meeting. The Patchwork Monster straightened a crushed chair, took out needle and thread, and stitched it back together. Soon he made a new table and ten chairs. All the SS-rank and SSS-rank entities gathered around and looked at the boss leading the group.

In the midst of the chaos, the Zombie BOSS rampaging in the center of the warehouse suddenly stopped. It caught the scent of the spilled protein shake. Its glowing red eyes locked onto the first Zombie Food Vlogger who was busy licking the floor. "Mmmph… new… content… protein collaboration… without… my permission?!" the Zombie BOSS growled, its voice thick with rage. It didn't appreciate another vlogger creating 'extreme' content in its territory without approval. The Zombie BOSS lunged at the first Zombie Food Vlogger. WHAM! The vlogger was hit squarely by the freezer on the Zombie BOSS’s back.

Each of the other six men laughed like maniacs. Michael decided to just spit in the boss' face after elbowing the man who was holding him in place, and hit his private area. The man howled and grabbed his crotch. Little Michael was dropped by the boss, but as quickly as he fell, he was also shot by the boss who pulled his gun. However, the shot was just slightly enough to injure him near his side instead of killing him.

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

He paused, his voice dropping even lower. "With your body, I was actually worried you couldn't take it." My face burst into flames again. This man—the Boss who terrorized Mafia executives and ended lives with a single word. When talking about this with me, he sounded... worried? I shook my head to snap out of the weird flutter in my chest. No. I couldn't let him off easy. I was going to pay him back tenfold for how he humiliated me today. I took a deep breath and typed furiously.

“Max, just go away. You and I are done.” Max looked at me, and his lips curled in disgust. “I should’ve known that all those nights you claimed you were going to a meeting, you were actually whoring yourself out to your boss. You had the audacity to act all offended when you saw me with Tanya, but it turns out you’re nothing but a slut.” “One more insult out your mouth,” Keanu’s voice rang with warning, “and you’re going to be lucky if you return home with any of your perfect teeth intact.”

He wasn't sure, but since Lorenzo had told him to keep tabs on Ava and everything about her, he decided it was only right for his boss to know the current news. " Mr. Brown," He called Lorenzo and passed him his big phone. " What?" Lorenzo replied indifferently and lazily as he continued staring at the cool city view. " You need to see this." The assistant said with a slightly shaky voice, and he stepped forward. Instantly, Lorenzo's head snapped to the assistant, and even Hudson stood up. Seeing what was on the phone screen, Lorenzo clenched his jaws, and the office temperature immediately dropped. * Snap* The pen in his hand broke forcefully into two, and his gaze turned chilly. His black