Im Not The Final Boss Lover Novels & Stories

"I've already told you, this is not a good idea." "But at least we have to try, like you said earlier," I replied with a long sigh. "Nick, we're going to war now. Isn't the enemy of our enemy a friend? Dostov... even though I know he's a jerk and devious, he hates Carleon as much as we do." The scowl on Nick's face deepened as he heard my reply. "It's up to you guys, but don't ask me to meet him...because I'll beat him up if he shows his face."

There was a promise in his tone, a fierce dedication to shield her from the realities he lived day-to-day. “But you’re a part of it too,” she whispered, her heart thumping, resonating with the connection they shared even amidst the ambivalence. “How can I reconcile the love I feel for you with the life I know you lead?” He paused, his expression earnest as he searched for the right words. “What I do, I do to keep you safe. I make the hard decisions so you don’t have to. You have seen glimpses of who I am, but there’s another side to me, too. I’m not just a mafia boss. I’m also someone who wants to love and protect the woman I adore.” His gaze turned fierce, almost primal in its intensity, as

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

And like he’s said, my boss wasn’t looking too pleased. Was it because of the decor? I swallowed the lump in my throat, tearing my gaze away from him. “Your very furious admirer-” The man raised a brow as he watched Mr. Leota. “- or stalker, I’m not too sure.” “He’s just my boss.” I turned back to him with a weak laugh, hopefully my words were more believable than it felt to me. “It’s nothing more than that.” “That’s odd” He mused, his head cocking to the side.

Johnny said "Got fired again?" Matteo asked "Quit this time the guy who was my boss was an asshole," Johnny said "You said that about your other bosses as well," Matteo said "Don't like people telling me what to do dude," Johnny said "Then why don't you become the boss?" I asked "That my lovely is why I'm here I'd like to be the head chef at one of your restaurants," Johnny said "Fine but one slip up and you are done for. I'll let my brother send you the details," Matteo said

In his agitated state, BaoBao missed her weak voice and kept shouting. [IF YOU’RE SO DETESTABLE AND USELESS, HOW COULD ANYONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?! DOESN'T YOUR FAMILY LOVE YOU? DOESN’T THE FAMILIAR SOUL LOVE YOU? DON’T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THE FAMILIAR SOUL LOVES YOU EVEN IF IT CAN’T WIN IN THIS WORLD?! EVEN IF IT CAN’T WIN IN THIS WORLD, DIDN’T YOU PLAN TO COMPLETE THE MISSION ANYWAY?!

Lily leapt into my arms, trying to shove the fallen boss aside with her tiny body. “Mommy, don’t be scared. Grandpa and Grandma are back.” The boss, clearly unwilling to lose his spot, didn’t move an inch. After a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed my hand and blushed as he muttered, “Don’t be afraid.” What a shy and awkward boss. Don’t be afraid? Please, I couldn’t even see clearly. As far as I was concerned, everyone was just a regular person. Honestly, I was even excited. New NPCs meant new storylines, new chances to survive. Maybe they were just a nice, healthy old couple.

“I’m tired of being the girl who always quits when things get hard.” The silence that followed was thick. His jaw tightened, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. He stood up suddenly, and I almost jumped. He walked around his desk, slow and deliberate, until he was right in front of me. I could feel the heat from his body even though he wasn’t touching me. He crossed his arms, watching me. “Do you always speak like that to your boss?” “I don’t have a boss yet,” I said before I could stop myself. His lips twitched, almost like a smile. “You’ve got attitude.”

I stuttered. "I'm not your boss. Don't be afraid to share anything with me. We're lovers and friends. Go and take your bath. We will talk about that later. Please go and bathe so that we can have our breakfast, you have drilled all my energy.” He kissed my forehead affectionately.

I just want it to be over and done with," I said under my breath. I called once more and still no response. What could be wrong? If I pull this move, he'd send the whole army to look for me, but Mr. Boss will definitely get his way around this; after all, his blue eyes command the crowd. ‎ ‎He could be at a murder crime scene and wouldn't be arrested because the police would fall in love with his blue eyes, curly hair, and chiseled jaw lines, like that of a carefully hand-crafted piece of art. He was something straight out of a mythical book. ‎ ‎His physique and aura made him so unique, his handsome face smooth as a baby's butt. I kept going on and on, delving into his features, till I reali