Hell Of A Boss Novels & Stories

He tsked, pressing it more deeply. “S-Stop.” I whispered. His face tilted up with a scoff as he glared at me. “You’re timing is fucking wrong, girl.” Instead of replying I just shook my head. My hands trembling from the fear that rushed in my veins. “D-Don't hurt h-him, more..” I stuttered out. The blood bringing back the hideous memories once again. But this time the blood was from Dante. “Kill them both, they’re useless and bring this girl with you to the headquarters.” The boss growled, running in the opposite direction away from everyones eyes.

"Slipped." The three Demi-humans jump back, staring at the glowing red axe embedded in the ground. The scaled leader recovers first, his face twisting into a nasty scowl. "Another one eager to die? This your toy boy, little girl?" I shift the lollipop to the other side of my mouth with my tongue. "Yep. He's my beloved boss. Very expensive, you know." "Boss?" The fish-gilled thug laughs, his gills flaring. "Looks more like dessert for the three of us!"

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

"That's actually funny. She really think she's a catch? Boss could have anyone. Why take Philip's leftovers?" "She was just trashing the boss, and now she's begging? No shame." "Serves her right. Gold digger got checked. Boss nailed it." Clara's face went white. Her lips shook. Tears ran, but no one cared. They laughed it out. Then my smile disappeared. "So what are you all laughing at?" I said, slow. "I don't remember saying I'd let you off."

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

She groans and slams her fist on the desk in anger. If anyone had said her life would be a living hell a week ago when she got this job she wouldn’t believe it and if someone had told her the person who would give her hell wouldn’t be her employer, she would probably have looked at that person crazily. But here she is going through hell with someone who wasn’t her boss! Well, he’s kinda your boss since his position is higher than yours and he’s also your supervisor. That means the boss. “Well, I wish that two-faced smug wasn’t my supervisor!” she cusses aloud.

“You know the boss is very handsome and they love him. But he doesn't even give them a chance, he doesn't give them a chance for them to talk to him. All what they discuss is business. I just think you need to be careful with them all” “I need to be careful with them?” “Yes, especially Anna. What did you do for her? Have you snatched her boyfriend before?” “Snatch boyfriend?” She asked herself, “No! She's my childhood friend and she was the one who introduced me to this company” “Now I see! She's jealous because you are progressing more than her. What's her purpose in this company? Just to gossip around. There was a time my boss wanted to sack her. But we were pleading on her behalf. She doe

“The Boss sent this for you.” I held out my hands, and he dropped a white, rectangular box into them. It was a top-of-the-line smartphone, the most expensive model being advertised. I stood there, completely stunned. “There must be a mistake… This…” “The Boss doesn’t make mistakes,” he said, turning his back and walking away, leaving me confused with the box in my hands. I hid it under my apron and hurried back to my room.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

She growled loudly as she felt like something inside her wanted to explode. “Wait for me—ahh! Lara.... fuck! "Her boss moaned, which made her more horny. "Ahh! Ahhh!” She growled. Lara stops herself from reaching the climax immediately. "Shit! You're fucking tight!! I'm cumming!” her boss grumbled. "Oh! Ohhh! I can't take it anymore, ohh! MAX!!!” She growled loudly as hot juices erupted from her core. After that, Maximo also filled her womb with its juices.