The Boss Shotgun Wedding Manga Romane & Geschichten

"Pufft.... hahaha..boss was grabbed by his wife, I've only seen boss's hair like chicken feathers in my life." "Don't laugh Jian!" Jian put his empty juice glass on the nightstand, "Boss, do you need me to hold it?" Jian almost laughed for the third time because his boss had difficulty measuring Dinar's finger just for a wedding ring. "What do you want?! Stay there!" "Help you boss" "Don't touch my wife! Stay away!"

Shun signals. *Bang* *Bang* Then an easy 2 kills with just 2 bullets. "Woooh the wind loves me so much~" Kenzo singsong and throws the sniper and the staff pick it up. "Go now," and that was the signal they've been waiting for. "The show is getting started!!" Kenzo scream in glee then played with her pistol. "The show is starting," Shun coldly smirk.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

The old language for it was the same word as the one for rivers meeting: two things becoming one flow without either one disappearing. Marsh placed the circlet on her head. Not a crown — that was not North Ridge tradition. A thin silver band, plain, the same silver as their wedding rings. It sat on her head and felt like nothing dramatic at all, which she thought was correct. The dramatic things had already happened. This was the formal record of what was already true. The hall held its breath.

"She's working with Marcus and Hartley. The three of them together." "Probably. Almost certainly. Three people who all have compelling reasons to want me destroyed, coordinating their efforts. That's not coincidence—that's coalition. That's strategy." I walked to the window. Stood beside him, looking out at the same city lights he was seeing. The same view that had seemed magical a week ago now felt like we were trapped in a glass cage, enemies circling on all sides. "Why didn't you tell me you were married?" "Because it's over. It was a mistake I buried—both the marriage and all evidence of it."

"Hold still, Rossi. One more pull and I'm done." Rossi grunts, teeth clenched. "Yes, Doc. You're killin' me softer than the bullet did." She ties off the suture, snips the thread clean. "You're welcome. Now breathe through it. Don't pass out on me or I'll wake you up with smelling salts and a lecture." Rossi lets out a weak laugh. "Boss is gonna owe me big for this. Gettin' patched by his wife on her wedding night." I clear my throat from the doorway. "Boss is right here."

Bash assured, taking my ring from his pocket and slipping it on my finger before gently kissing my hand for what felt like a hundredth time. The guys in the room cheered, and Bash smiled at me. Then he turned towards them, "None of you are invited to my wedding." The guys burst into laughter as if they didn't expect nothing less from my Bash. Elio and Colton are dead now. There is no one who can keep us away from each other. This moment, with Bash holding my hand, feels like a new beginning.

“Those aren’t toys. You could really hurt yourself⁠—” I pointed at his leg and shot him. “Ahhhh!” He gripped his leg and fell to the floor, the sound of the gunshot like an explosion against the stone walls. Even over the music and the laughter, everyone had to have heard it. I stood over him and stabbed my heel into his leg. “Remember me, asshole?” The other guy took several steps back. “Shoot the bitch!” He tried to kick me off. The guy continued to back up and raise his hands in the air. “It’s the boss’s wife.”

“We want to have a good look at the boss.” Saying nothing, the Death Princess entered her dungeon, and like all dramatic game entrances, the new boss did not disappoint. Instead of smoke, the dungeon quickly became flooded. Water came up to Akiko’s ankles, and unknown rain fell from the abyss above. Akiko was soaked, but there was hardly any time to worry as the lolita-styled boss with an umbrella rose from the ankle-deep waters. “She looks like a fairy,” Sasha commented. Zen silently agreed. The blue gothic lolita mushroom boss surfaced and stood on the water surface with a mushroom cap umbrella to shelter her from the never-ending rain. Nobody commented about the dungeon’s logic. They were

As a matter of fact, although the decoration of their wedding hall was westernized, all the process was basically in accordance with Eastern customs. There was a tradition where people celebrated the wedding in the bridal chamber. One person hung a red jujube in the middle of the room and then asked the bride and groom to eat it together at the same time. Sarah and Charles tried many times, but they still couldn’t bite the jujube, and only hit each other’s mouths several times. Seeing that they failed to eat the jujube, everyone burst into laughter. In front of so many people, both Sarah and Charles felt so embarrassed.