Game Bunuh Bos Novels & Stories

He let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping as he chuckled under his breath, trying to pretend as if he was scratching his nose while it was quite evident that he was legit laughing. “How dare you fucking laugh at me?! Does it look like I'm joking here?! Or were you always after his death all along?” I spat, stepping forward to intimidate him despite my small height. “I wasn't saying the boss died. I said the headquarters was burned, the Kuznetsov headquarters, the family we are working to defeat. According to our plan yesterday, we planned to burn down their headquarters when the boss, our boss's ex-wife's husband, was in there. But he managed to escape, I wanted to say that when you ended th

Shit, my teeth hurt looking at him. "Aaron, please. Give him to the police. Let's go back home and let them handle his shits." Lady Boss persuades Mr. Boss. He stays unfazed. When he looked around, his eyes glance me and Ms. Ravine also sees me limping to walk towards them. "Ms. Ravine is right, Boss. Let's take him to the court—" Before I could complete my sentence, Boss takes his gun out and shoots his uncle straight through his head.

"And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!" Head down, Samantha responded: "I'm sorry, boss." When I thought Joshua wouldn't say anything else, he surprised us by saying, "You're fired." My eyes immediately widened in surprise. "W-What?" Samantha said, surprised. "Get your things and leave." "B-But... Joshua!"

Adam rubs his neck, "I have a solid idea about who it was. The fruit bowl was bugged." We look at him him shock. "What?" I gasped.

He held up a red, plastic gas can. "I knew this was no freak accident," Brodi growled. He tried to think of who might want them out of the forest. They'd been here for years. Old logging companies did things like this back in the day, trying to scare settlers off the land, but that was centuries ago. The forest was protected land now. There would be no reason to try to burn them out. He wracked his brain trying to come up with a solution but continued to come up blank. He clapped his brother on the shoulder. "Have everyone clean up and grab something to eat. Gather the security team and Finn and meet me in the den in an hour."

Tonight is the end night I'll bullet in fucker the diamond gang between the eyes. Let's just say, " it will be beautiful sightseeing their bodies in their own pool of blood." What a perfect sight it will be." Hahahahaha... I have waited for this long. I'll make sure to rip their fucking throat out. ( sign)... ( Tech guy) Boss we have found them. Good. Now, where are they located? ( Tech guy) Hmm...boss?

As he spoke, Annabelle who was controlling the computer with deep concentration pulled up articles which had surfaced online just two hours before. "European Capitalists Exploit Nigerian Company" and "European CEOs Suspected of Rejecting Benny Malcolm on the Bases of Controversial Video in the 21st Century?" Online, articles were being released every minute by different reporters and bloggers, and their phone lines had been bombarded by calls for the past hours as well, such that they had blocked it.

Bima shouted, his brain working overtime. System, another idea! How do I make him even more embarrassed?! [System Suggestion: Create a more personal meme! Target the BOSS Zombie's 'failed review' content trauma!] [Meme: 'The Master of Disgusting Food Reviews – When Trash Food Becomes the Main Content'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's appeal -50%! Risk of random berserk mode!] Random berserk mode? Bima swallowed hard. But there was no other choice. He looked at the BOSS Zombie, who was now focused on Lia, trying to capture her "epic counterattack."

The first enemy I should have tackled had been in my den all along. The second thing? That person wasn’t alone. There were more. More that connected to Rafe coming back from the grave. Shit. They had been watching me. They had been waiting. They lured me in slowly without me realizing it. A thirsty trap that I walked into with my two legs. I gave Kaleb a signal, one we both shared, one we used in time of trouble. I pulled out my gun swiftly and fired at the boss. The bullet ran straight into the middle of his forehead and he dropped dead.

(DANIEL) The beat from Cardi B’s most infamous anthem, WAP, hums in the car: crude and profane. I’m a certified Bardi, but that song is nothing compared to what Gareth will do to me. Pulling up in the garage, I snag the package from the backseat. My fingers skim the pistol I keep under the seat. London’s dangerous for queers like me. I’ve had it since the mugging last year. I kill the engine. The car beeps twice as I sashay into my compound. Sorry, our compound. Gareth and I. I work for the cash, he fucks my brains out. Proper division of labour.