The Game The Boss Novels & Stories

The boss grabbed Yami and threw him towards Natsu as both flew away and hid behind a pillar. "You guys are pretty impressive and at such a young age at that, but don't think you can literally beat me just because I'm playing around" the boss said as Yami thought, "He's right, I've felt it so many times. He could have killed us a thousand times if he wanted to, but for some reason he hasn't yet done it, why is that? I'm sure Natsu has noticed, but is like that guy is trying to capture us, and if that happens, we loose the exams. I just hope Natsu has come up with a plan while we were attacking" "Your right, I'm sure everyone here knows that you can kill us in an instant, but I'm sure you can'

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.

His voice was dangerous. Rico didn’t flinch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You do.” “Standing near Marco is a test now?” “It’s the way you looked at him.” Rico blinked. “You jealous?” The Boss turned then, eyes black as storm clouds. “Be careful.” Rico smirked. “Hit a nerve?” The Boss closed the distance in three steps, standing close enough that Rico could feel the heat rolling off him. “You think this is a game?” the Boss hissed.

Stop staring at his mouth. I could still make out a few pieces of glitter stuck to the side of his face and caught in his beard. I guess I had marked my territory. No wonder the Vampire girl had walked out looking so dazzled, she probably thought he was a bloody sparkly vampire. Logan watched my eyes, and then his lips which I was still staring at, curled up into a tiny, slight smile. "Better things to do than meet the new boss?" He asked. My heart leaped into my throat suddenly. "No... no, I said. I sounded panicked and tried to rein myself in a little. "There was just something from a client, it was very important...sorry...I just had to read it quickly...sorry, I-"

“If you hadn’t thought of that trick we would have kept on dying many times as the boss entered his second level. What did you think of that?” “Well years back there was a game where it was impossible to beat the final boss. But the game would give you tips on the loading screen. One day I paused the game as I was playing solo and I switched the controller from player one to player two and voila! It was way easier to kill the boss. So I thought maybe we could try it.” I explained. “Wait until I tell my friends at school that I beat the game,” he said and let out a big yawn. I held back the urge to riffle his hair.

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

The Boss made some threats that got through their thick skin. Immediately, they switched over to video call to capture Pastor James’ whole body. They knew the battle had been lost before it even started. “Where's the captive? Are you boys playing games with me?” The boss asked. He doesn't want to believe that his eyes were leading him in the right direction. “Here he is, Boss,” Redneck responded in a faint tone, while the Jaguar stayed calm to observe the situation.

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

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

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.