The Boss Webtoon Karakter Novels & Stories

“Oh no, not at all. At least not yet. Our boss said if we work hard, we’ll get shares at the end of the year. I’m trying to earn more to get married.” “Your boss sounds amazing! I’m sure you’ll get there.” Seeing how friendly they were, Kaden began to open up more. He led them to the kitchen and proudly showed them the whiteboard tracking employee shares. His name was at the top. Kaden proudly turned to the camera and said, “I’ve already earned 1.05% of the shares. I’m the hardest worker here. I unload shipments, serve food, clean, prep ingredients, and even clean the restrooms.

I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that. "Um, Jasmine, I warn you, he's Nicholas Sokolov, the young Italian boss who is known to be cold and ruthless. He's not some naive guy who will keep thinking about you after you spill a drink on his shirt. The tricks in the movies you watch won't work on him!" Bastian looked at me straight in the eye. I swallowed my saliva roughly and took a deep breath. I didn't think that far; really, my experience with men was very minimal.

My Boss Is My Tormentor. Copyright © 2024, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Their comments rolled in, cheering me on: "Chris, stay strong—getting cheated on once doesn't mean it's a life sentence!" "Keep at it! The next one will be better." "This is the way! Ditch the slut and focus on making money!" In a recent acquisition meeting, my new boss swooped in and bought out Tommy's company for pennies on the dollar. I later heard that Tommy had since declared bankruptcy and was drowning in debt with no way out.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

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Then came the new one. Rico. He was slim, tan-skinned and eyes like unlit matches. A mouth that knew how to bite back, and a silence that wasn’t submission, but calculated defiance. He came in the middle of a storm, soaked to the bone, shoes torn, looking like a kid who’d fought the devil and came to rest at Boss’s Spot just to breathe. The Boss had stared at him for a full minute before speaking. > “You know how to wash a car?” > “Yeah.”

I said before drinking my iced coffee and eating an Alcapone doughnut. “It’s already over, yes, but that kind of thing is still infuriating. You’ve been at your job for so long, then they just fire you like that. What’s that? Don’t they value their employees at all? Who is your boss so I can punch her lungs,” Charlie said angrily. “You’re stupid. She’s a woman,” I told him. “So what? I’ll pull her hair if she wants,” Charlie replied. I laughed because his ridiculous side was showing again.