Persona 5 Madarame Boss Novels & Stories

The boss catechized, his voice vibrating as the sound got ostentatiously and louder. Hikaru smirked. "He is here" "Who is here?!!" The boss hollered at Hikaru tearing off his mask from his face, revealing a pure and angel-like face, completely unblemished and impeccable. "The one you called to bring you money, beast of the underworld, Damien Martinez!" He voiced, eyeing his boss who suddenly widened his eyes as reality clobbered him like lightning. Freed turned to his men. "You go out and make sure you kill him" he bade and they immediately rushed like folks who were tired of existing.

“Do you have any idea who I am? The moment you laid a hand on me, you signed your own death warrant. Release me now, and I’ll make sure your demise is quick and painless.” The Boss leans in, his hands braced on either side of me on the chair’s armrests. He’s close, too close. Every inch of my body is suddenly alight, my insides burning with a strange wash of nervousness and… hunger. My eyes flick down to his lips, perhaps for a moment too long. When I look back up to meet his gaze, I’m caught off guard by the devilish glimmer behind those cold, dead eyes. “Cassandra Valderrama, one of the triplets of the wealthy Valderrama,” he says. The sound of my name rolling off his tongue snatches the a

But I wouldn’t be the first heterosexual to realize they like dick, or at least my brother’s. “Captain Darren? Oh right. You’ve mentioned him, and Damon has also mentioned him in our nightly debriefings via the link. He’s the Bloodmoon Captain with military training. I understand he’s been of great help in planning our counter-attacks.” Papa nodded. André rolled his eyes, putting a hand up to Persephone’s face. “Talk to the hand, Zia Persephone. Cause this handsome face ain’t listening.” He chuckled. “And yes, papa. That would be the guy. We’ve set up units that blend our pack and his warriors. As I’m the acting Alpha and otherwise Alpha heir, he is in my unit,” He explained.

I frowned. Before Madman could answer, Big Man jumped in and said, "Bullshit! How could we not know! He's the boss of Area B. People call him Red Boss. He's a real sex maniac, and his favorite thing is to harass the handsome young men in the Sin Pack. He fucks all the guys he targets, but I'm lucky to have escaped his clutches." Me, "..." Madman, "..." I couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever been hit on by a red 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

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

Lorenzo's eyes narrowed dangerously as he retorted unhappily, "Is that why you called me?" The man trembled in fear; he could hear the displeasure in Lorenzo's voice. After being beside him for years, he knew how ruthless his boss could be. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he nervously added, "They are backed by the mafia gang from the next city. We can't suppress them easily." Lorenzo looked at him intently for a minute, and then, when he moved, it was to raise the muzzle of a gun to the man's forehead.

Frank helped keep her contained, gripping her arm from the other side, reminding her she wasn't dealing with the daughter who obeyed her in everything, but with the Camorra's consigliere. "You go first—as soon as your mother climbs up, I'll be right behind," he informed me, and even though I wanted to argue, I settled for agreeing—there was no time for that discussion. I climbed the ladder shaking in the strong wind from the blades, my mother followed, glancing constantly at the ground on the opposite side of the mansion. She was trying to see my father, but there were so many men on that lawn—most of them already fallen and dead—making it hard to recognize anyone.

Yes, women were trouble, but it was a trouble any man was willing to face because it was worth it, even for him. "Do you think our leader is interested in that dancer?" "Her name is Elisa," the blonde corrected. "Whatever, to everyone, she's the foreign assassin dancer," Igor pursed his lips without looking at him. "I think he is." "And what if he is?" Faddei was getting irritated; neither of them was fifteen to have such a childish conversation. Besides, he detested talking behind someone's back, especially their leader's. "Neither you nor I are anyone to discuss that. Or do you dare to question him? He has never failed; let him enjoy himself a bit. I can assure you he is much more intellig

Ben seem displeased by Slade interrupting but for some reasons, he was somehow holding back in Slade presence. "He's not to be touched, stop messing around." Slade said with a stern voice. "He is just a boy toy, the Boss doesn't regard him as anything, let's..." "Shut up!!" Slade shouted with a high pitched voice, making me flinch, veins were popping out on his neck, he was visbly very pissed. He said a few words to them in Spanish and finally the five men faces showed fear, they looked at me skeptically one more time before turning around and leaving.