Manga Boss Novels & Stories

’ he asked. She tossed her hair back with a flicking movement of her head. ‘I am nothing of the sort. You, on the other hand, are performing rather brilliantly the role of the overbearing boss.’ His mouth lifted in a smirk. ‘I bet you’re expecting me to kiss you right now. I can see it in your eyes. That’s how it goes, isn’t it, Georgie? Seduce the difficult boss so he gives you a glowing report at the end of your term.’

“Boss, are you okay?” The bodyguards saw the boss come in for too long but did not dare to go in on their own. Seconds later, they heard a crash coming from inside along with a small scream. They did not hesitate to rush inside. As they prepared to face the enemy, the situation before them stunned them and made them didn't know what to do. Their boss was having intimate contact with a beautiful girl. Regina felt that this brooding atmosphere didn't seem quite right. The gazes that probed her made her shy and chilled.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

Why am I acting like this? I am Terrence Vaughn Evans. The Black Scorpion, leader of a fear-mongering group, I am a mafia boss. I am a womanizer. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. Women cry for me. I make and break rules. But I'm weeping now for someone I don't even know. ’ He tried to convince himself that he was the same Terrence as before, but he knew that something had changed. "Goddamn Terrence, stop this!" he furiously scolded himself. He wanted this feeling to stop. He decided to go somewhere where he would feel like his former self again.

He said like the boss he was with authority speaking of, one could easily guess he was a mafia boss in the way he gave that command and I saw Rosa bowing before turning to leave. Rosa exited my room from the door and closed it behind leaving me with the handsome devil while I tried not to be intimidated by his presence and I kept a straight look at him but I would hate to say he was having me wet already rather, my skin was crawling and my lungs were longing for a bite of his. What is he doing to me now? The atmosphere in the room added to his terrifying aura and why the hell is he standing like some model with those blue eyes still fixed on me?

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

Mancini was truly broke and desperate to offer my own money. "And you didn't say she was the fucking wife of the Camorra boss!" Another lowered his weapon and spat at Mancini's feet. "I'm out." "See why you shouldn't ally with mercenaries—they have no devotion to anyone but themselves," I said, and in that instant, gunshots echoed beside me, and the three bodies fell to the ground. "And now it's your turn to die." I aimed at Mancini's head; he looked around in shock, realizing he had nowhere left to go.

You really did. If only I had read the damn contract before signing. If only I hadn’t let the promise of that stupid money blind me. Now, here I was knees trembling, staring into the eyes of a man I couldn’t fight, a man who could kill me with a flick of his wrist. A mafia boss. A wolf. And I was trapped in his den. I thought of my parents waiting at home, my mother probably pacing by the door. I thought of my boyfriend, of the message I never got to send. Of Laura sweet Laura who would be worried sick right now.

"Do you actually want me to be afraid of you? Because I could try, if that's the vibe you're going for. I don't think I'd be very good at it, but I could give it a shot." The question caught him off guard. For a second, he actually thought about it instead of just shutting her down. "No," he admitted. "I don't want that." "Good, because I wouldn't have been able to pull it off anyway." Mia went back to the bottle, checking the temperature on her wrist. "For what it's worth, 'Boss' isn't really about you. It's about the fact that you expect everyone to just fold the second you use that tone, and I find it way more interesting to see what happens when someone doesn't."

She cast caution to the wind, just to win this one game with him. "Yes, really Boss. I want to know." No man could resist Rhonda or Gina when they meant business. Least of all the Boss—it was just they never knew. They were not even sure if sexual innuendos worked on him. Rhonda took a gamble. The Boss knew his own weakness. They wouldn't want to find out, he thought. He had to send a message. He sat back on his chair, sighed, then,