I Was The Final Boss

Amadeus Zieg Asher “ Zieg ” at an early age he knew what was going on around him that is why he easily understood the meaning of life and death. Besides, being son of a mafia he also grow up with a hidden secret behind his always wearing tended shade. Whenever there is seeing his secret no doubt he kills it. Since his both parent passed away he has been assigned the job left by his father. One day he learned that he would lose everything his father had when he could not have a wife and an heir, that same day he was desperate with his right hand they came to a prominent bar. There he saw a poor lady crying and begging just to save her, he helped the lady in return he would make her as his fake wife who would save his father hard work. Will the lady be able to tolerate his strange behavior and dealings with it? Will there be love between the two of them? And in the end will he be able to tell it his true identity his best kept secret?

This story will be like be dark romance, an erotic romance, so there will be sex. Nicolette Gray is a 25-year-old young woman who will start working at Manson Construction Co, the company that makes her dream. She wants to just enjoy her life and even not to believe in love. She believes in one sentence; if a man wants to satisfy her, he must cook well and be good at bed. Carter Darren is a young man who is more than lusted today; he is beautiful, rich, and above all, young for the empire he manages. He is only 28 years old, and he is already a billionaire. Carter Darren and Nicolette Gray; The two should not be together, and yet their attraction and desire to each other will be stronger than their reasons.

Jessa, une petite fille, sauve de la mort un homme dont le seul nom qu'elle connaît est Alexander, son rêve est de devenir danseuse, il lui a donné sa carte et a promis de l'aider quand elle en aurait besoin, un jour cette occasion s'est présentée, mais ce n'était pas ce qu'elle attendait, c'était douloureux, ruineux, sa fleur a été dépouillée de ses pétales, mais quand vous faites le bien la récompense arrive, parce qu'elle arrive et de quelle manière. Le véritable amour abolit les frontières pour atteindre sa destination. Après avoir été une victime, elle devient une punisseuse impitoyable et cruelle.

She had taken away his best friend, and he was determined to make her pay dearly for her regrettable mistake. A ruthless mobster is willing to make a girl suffer firsthand for daring to kill his best friend, even if it was in self-defense. He will show no mercy, and simply repaying her in kind won't suffice; he knows death would be too easy for her, which is why he kidnaps her, subjecting her to a true living hell. Elisa is an exotic dancer who uses her body to attract the attention of men who pay well, money that she uses to pay for her university studies. A virgin and naive girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eliminating every friend or acquaintance around her wouldn't be enough. His hatred is lethal and his resentment imminent. An enchanting and unknown weakness for the mafia, and a beautiful misfortune for the sweet innocent. She only wanted easy and quick money to pay for university, and now she must pay a blood debt for defending her honor. How long will that justice with a taste of revenge last? And what if that justice turns out to be a double-edged sword?

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

Sometimes, we love the Enemy. Or does love create Enemies? A story about two complete opposites who cannot stand one another yet something keeps pulling them together.

I was finally pregnant after three years of marriage. I was going to head to where my husband works with a lunchbox in my hand to tell him the good news. But I ended up being mistaken as a mistress by his secretary. She dumped the food I had prepared on my head, stripped my clothes off, and continued to hit me until I had a miscarriage. “You’re just a servant. How dare you seduce Mr. Gates and bear his child? “Today, I’ll make sure you suffer the consequences of being a mistress!” She then went to my husband asking for a reward. “Mr. Gates, I took care of a servant who wanted to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?”

Ang pagkakaalam ko ay Personal Assistant ang magiging trabaho ko sa boss na si Ethan Dela Torre. Pero bakit nga ba pati ang pagsisinungaling sa mga babae nito ay kasama na sa kailangan kong gawin? Minus points na ako sa langit kaya siguro pati sarili kong lovelife ay napabayaan ko na. May babae kayang makakapagpatino sa lalaking walang ginawa kung hindi ang maglaro sa pag-ibig?

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.