Adrien's Bodyguard Novels & Stories

"Figures." Downstairs in the grand marble foyer, a man stood waiting. He looked to be in his early thirties, standing at an imposing six-foot-three with an athletic, powerful build. He had dark skin and sharp brown eyes that constantly, systematically scanned the perimeter of the room. Unlike the heavily armed, suited guards stationed outside, he wore simple black trousers and a tailored, casual shirt. He looked less like a conspicuous bodyguard and more like someone who could effortlessly blend into any high-end crowd. The moment Lorrie reached the bottom of the stairs, he gave a respectful nod. "Mrs. Dimitri. I'm Adrian. My job is to keep you alive."

A real bodyguard job, one even better than the security firms she had applied to which could give her a bigger paycheck – enough to keep her father alive and maybe, just maybe, save up for the Marina Guard Institute, she'd been wishing to get in. She didn't know yet that the job was a lie. --- The Creed mansion was a show of old money and wealth, and from her first sight of it, she was wowed as the pictures from the blogs did no justice. Jenna parked her motorcycle in the parking lot, somewhere in between the parked Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, and walked into a home that probably cost a million more than her entire apartment building. The security guards gave a double glance at her tattoos. T

threatened the lead bodyguard. The driver was furious. "Do something drastic? You're gonna do something drastic when you're the one who stopped me for no reason? Are you from the mafia or something?" At that moment, the back seat window slowly rolled down to reveal Aaron's smiling face. "Actually, I'm quite interested to know just what kind of drastic measure you'll take." The lead bodyguard recognized Aaron to be Corinne's friend, so he toned down his thuggish behavior. "Mister Aaron, I know you're a friend of Miss Corinne, but that doesn't give you the right to take her away. Please let her out."

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.

Heinz insulted Richie. "Dad!" Sharlynn shrieked loudly, drawing the attention of the guests and the dancing couple. Richie, feeling insulted, was silent. He was trying to control his emotions. After all, he was just a bodyguard. "Is it just because Richie is a bodyguard that you insult him? No, Dad, you're mistaken. Richie is not that low! He's a dignified man who has saved my life many times!" argues Sharlynn, defending her husband's honor. Although they were only married on paper, the man was still legally her husband.

"You're not calling Chad, are you?" Chad was Adam's hitman. He was a retired Navy SEAL with award-winning sharp shooting, tracking, and code-breaking skills. Adam called him whenever the police couldn't do their job right or he wasn't able to take care of something himself. "Relax." "Who are you calling?" "I'm getting you twenty bodyguards." "What?" Adam owned a security company that offered bodyguard services. All the bodyguards that worked for Adam were reserved and retired Marines. It's impressive how well his business does.

I replied. He definitely knew better than to interfere in this. Andersons were mine and mine alone…to ruin. “I’m her friend.” Adrian said to Ryan. “And your gun is pointed at her?” Ryan frowned. “Oh! The gun!” Adrian chuckled and freed me from his grip. “It’s hers.” I glanced at Ryan’s face to see his expression but his face showed nothing. “And who are you to her?” Adrian asked. “A friend?” he answered, more like a question. “You sound unsure.” Adrian laughed. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two. I need to get back to my den.”

Not even when Adrien stared back. “Adrien’s heartbeat quickened faster, and uneven, though his face stayed unreadable. He hated being watched, especially like that.” “Who’s he?” Adrien muttered to Isabella. “He’s Damien Wolfe. Security’s pick after… the threats.” She said it flat, but her mouth tightened. “Ex-military. And he starts tomorrow.” Adrien’s jaw clenched. The anonymous emails, the cryptic voicemails, he had ignored them, and deleted them. He didn’t need a guard dog. “I don’t want him.”

"Why would I come alone? Adrian's is the key to my fortunes. I hired a team of elite bodyguards that are on call near the hospital." "Oh, bodyguards you brought from Aryadelle?" "Yeah! Are you afraid?" "I am. I really am," Avery said and glanced at Adrian. "His urine bag is almost full. You can change it later. If he needs to take a dump, you have to help him into the bathroom."

Tracing his line of sigh, Adrian realized he was looking at the group and taking several shots with his camera. Adrian stood up and walked toward him. The man sensed it and took off, confirming Adrian’s suspicions. Immediately, the well-trained bodyguards beside Adrian sprang into action. They chased after him and caught up. By the time the three men reached, the bodyguards already had him down. Adrian stood in front of him and asked who he was. He didn’t respond. Ethan, with a more serious demeanor, signaled the bodyguards and they yanked the man’s face up.