I Was The Final Boss Novels & Stories

Julian placed his hands on the terminal and spoke directly to the game's core systems. "I'm the Marionettist. Final boss. The role you gave me eight years ago. And I'm telling you that these changes are right. That Lenore deserves to continue beyond my death. That players deserve the choice to stay or leave. That this world you created is worth preserving." He smiled. "Consider this my final act as your villain. Approving the modifications that make me obsolete." Ten seconds. The system processed his authentication. Recognized the Marionettist's authority. Recognized that the final boss himself was approving the changes.

When the girl arrived by my side, I inched away from her without thinking that I should also try to leave with her but getting away from her was most important for me at the moment, I guess, as the lock disengaged and she slipped out. "You know, you can turn around," The jackass drawled from behind. "I don't want to. I don't want to even look at you,” I snapped back. "Oh, but you've to," He replied a hint of a smile in his voice. "Considering the fact that I'm your boss." He was definitely smirking. I wanted to slap him again. I turned around to face him and marched up to him. Pointing my finger at his stupidly handsome face, I seethed, "You're ridiculous. You knew I was coming and still you

" No!" Final Chapter

His voice shook uncontrollably. "Iris, why aren't you wearing the wedding dress I made for you? And this one you're wearing… who made it? Why have I never seen it before?" I ignored the panic in his eyes and turned, snatching the microphone from the host. Facing the cameras, I smiled brightly. "Sorry, everyone. Today, on behalf of Warren Group, I am here to clarify that the so-called ten-billion investment is completely unfounded."

Juliet curled up on the ground, her voice broken as she said, "I loved you. But you only ever saw me as a placeholder. "I'll destroy you, and her—" That night, she sent him one last text. [Let's meet one last time.] She floored the gas pedal at the corner of the street they had agreed on. The headlights surged forward. Edward did not move—he had always believed he was the one in control.

And what was even more pathetic was that our local rivals were the ones running the show now, and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. "Have y'all seen this video of Burkhart that has been going around."Ian said, scrolling down on his phone. I cringe at the way my heart suddenly skipped a beat at the mention of that name. “The one from last night?” Spencer asked. “That long play?” Ian nodded. “Yeah.” “Brooo,” Spencer said, shaking his head. “That shit was nasty. The celebration too? Damn.” “That was cold,” Ian added. “I can’t even lie.”

Jenifer's words were still ringing in his ears. "Will you keep quiet and be a fool, Boss?" "Are you willing, the woman you love and are carrying your flesh and blood should be happy with another man?" "What kind of man are you, Boss? You can't even achieve your own happiness." "How will you make Evelyn happy? No wonder she left you." "Fighting for your life and your love you can't afford. Then, how are you going to live with someone you don't love?" "It's not destiny to play with you, but, you are too stupid, Boss."

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

Just static. “It’s over,” I said. He nodded slowly. “You did it.” But deep down, I wasn’t sure. There was something off about the silence, something too complete. Then, from one of the broken speakers, a soft sound crackled through. A voice. My voice. “I told you,” it whispered, faint and calm. “You can’t destroy what you are.” The screen flickered once, then went black again. I froze, heart pounding. Alexander looked at me, eyes full of fear.