The Boss' Keeper Novels & Stories

The Boss tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes scanning through them. “So, what exactly were you chasing?” One of the goons fumbled for words. “Uh—there was a girl. Tiny thing. We thought maybe we should grab her, y’know… just in case she saw something.” The Boss’s gaze didn’t budge. “And what about the job I gave you?” “Bobby’s handling it, Boss! We just—” “You just what?, thought you could slack off,” the Boss interrupted, his voice turning cold. “Do I look like I’m paying you to screw around?”

As he waited for a response, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in big trouble. The guard's fear turned into dread as he proceeded to the Boss's room. He pushed the door open and his eyes widened in horror. The Boss crouched beside the maid's lifeless body, his face smeared with blood "Boss..." The guard stuttered, his voice barely audible. The Boss raised his hand, silencing him. "Find her," the Boss growled his eyes blazing with fury. "I don't care how you do it. If you don't bring her back within ten minutes, I'll cut you into tiny pieces and send your body to your family as muffins for them to eat."

How could these people have known they were catching a real big shot. And those two people in the notes, the feeders, Carl. Boss, president of the Southern Chamber of Commerce, special unit leader, codename Fox. Actually, each of these words was something they should've avoided, but now, by some coincidence, they all ran into each other. Thinking of this, the boss put the phone watch on the ground and smashed it hard with a rock, then threw it into a ditch nearby. After all, they had waited long enough. If they waited any longer and the kid's family found them by checking the location, that would be bad.

"It was our boss. He's a habitual thief. I don't know why he wanted to find this, but he ordered us to search for it. He said it would make us rich." Lewis narrowed his eyes, and his fingers slowly tightened. His expression remained unreadable as he continued, "Where is your boss now?" "I don't know that either. He only contacts us when there's a job. Otherwise, we can't find him." "What's his name?" "I don't know. We all only call him 'Boss.'" After saying that, he pleaded with Lewis, "Sir, I've told you everything I know. Can you let me go?" Lewis looked at him expressionlessly. He then replied indifferently, "Unfortunately, none of what you've said is what I wanted to hear. Arrik ..."

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

Bode inquired, fuming. "No, me. Boss, this wan no one gree! " "You say? Where's your room! Where are your belongings? " Boss ordered. "Oh? Follow me. " Bode sighed, they fierce look focused furiously on him and it seemed like robbers were becoming scared of the one they came to rob from. "I'll smack your head with this rifle, Boss this one is full of himself. " another interrupted, walked towards Bode and knocked him with his gun; watching Bode spat out blood with a tiny cut near his nose while he raised his face up with anger.

Zed gassed her up. “And you always seize each opportunity to praise me, isn't that charming?" she winked at him as the bartender set the bottle of wine and two glasses before them. “Thanks," Soraya added as the bartender walked off. ~ ~ “Hey, is your boss in?" Noah asked the maid. “No, she's not. She left a couple of hours ago," she said. “Did she say where she was going?" he inquired. “ She asked me to give you this." she handed him a note and walked off.

Talk less of calling his name. "Well hello brother!" Boss replied in the same sceptical sly smile. Wait a minute, Did he just call Henry brother? But he just called Henry brother... Could it be they are... Could it be they are siblings? What on earth is going on that I know nothing about? Tbc

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b