Game Bunuh Bos Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood up instantly, ready to burst out of my room. The moment I reached the door, I saw the comments turning blood red. "Ahhhh!" "Another player died!" "Serves her right! She was the one who harmed others first!" "This is so terrifying! Oh my god, I got goosebumps all over my skin! I knew it! Befriending NPCs will only lead to gruesome deaths!" "But why didn't he kill Arabella? Could it be that…" "Holy shit! Dude, I'm all for them being together now!"

"Now undress me.” Like a robot on command, I walked towards him to do as I was told. He had already taken off his shoes, leaving him with his buttoned up long sleeved shirt and belted pants. I started to undo each bottom after the other, beginning from the bottom. I was halfway through the process when I felt his hands cup both butt cheeks and jerk my towards him. Another loud gasp escaped my lips when my breasts crashed against his chest and my vagina felt his bulge. I didn't understand why or how I was even enjoying this. The initial idea of sleeping with my boss's husband repulsed me. I was disgusted at him when I realized he also wanted to do the same, but now. Now all I wanted to do was

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

I watched them as they checked their weapons, ignoring Eclipses eagerness to jump into fighting them, 'There's something about those guns that does not seem right.' I explained to her, and she sat back, allowing me to listen and see what they wanted. 'Prep those tranquilliser guns and be fucking careful, if you accidentally shoot a human, the amount in it will kill them or you.' The 'Boss' instructed them, his eyes keen as he followed every move they made, giving out instructions, as his men did as he requested. 'You going to claim any of them, Boss, we all know you've got a pretty little harem locked in at your place.' I saw him stiffen and then spin around to the speaker, grabbing the yo

My brain is screaming. My heart is screaming. My dignity is crying in a corner. He hits the button for the ROOFTOP. I gasp dramatically. “You’re taking me up there? What is this, a March episode of My Forbidden Chaebol Prince?? Are you about to confess? Or kill me? Or confess AND kill me?” He finally looks at me, jaw tight. “Why would I kill you.” “BECAUSE YOU HAVE MURDER ENERGY SOMETIMES.” He exhales — that slow, irritated “I regret every decision in my life” CEO exhale — and says:

He knows that there will be a backlash when they find out that a child will tag along “bobo! Mas mapapakinabangan pa yata yan kaysa sayo! Meron din syang kasamang sanay sa kutsilyo” (stupid! He will be more useful than you! We also have a person who is more used in knife) the boss shivered in horror when he remember the girl with a piercing eyes and a sharp knife

I said. "Ok then, the objective is, kill a person in a casino, his name is Bruno Zapanta, forty eight years old, that guy owes us a lot of money, be careful," Boss said with a serious look on his face. "Aren't i always careful boss? And can I barrow Jerome? He'll be the one who's going to drive me there, just because can't drive," I smiled sweetly at my boss who just chuckled. "You're not meant for driving, Summer, your meant for killing," He laughs.

“Yeah.Arman,this people are in some deep shit .Like you guys do everything for money,they do theirs for reputation “ “Reputation of?” “Violence..murder..power etc.It’s vulgar over here.I’d send the p*f to you now” “Alright.I’m grateful “I said “You be careful Arman.Really” “Take Care also”I Said and hung up “Did you print out the pictures of the boss and underboss?”I asked turning to Fabio “Yes Don Arman.Both names Are Barney Bellomo and Ralph Basalmo”

RInggggggg.... "The chairman is calling, Sir," his assistant said and instead of rushing to follow the woman, he had stopped to take the call. His assistant was busy cleaning after his mess and then, several people that had a full coat suit had entered the bar. "Boss!" they said and lined up. He glared at them before he answered the call from his grandfather. They are the BS Mafia, the most notorious and known in the S City. They show no mercy for the ones who had fought with them, that is why, tonight is the end of Jarus.

The boss shock the mans grip on his leg and lifted his face with his finger to take a closer look at the traitor, ‘you don’t need to worry about your family I will take care of them, see you on the other side amigo. “Please no.” The man begged but the boss had no sign of sympathy on his face. The boss stood up fixed his greased trousers and turned away from the weeping man. “Luca, finish him.” The boss said and Luca nodded in agreement, took out is gun and shot the man straight on the head. “Boss, it is done.” Luca said turning to face his boss.