Assassin And Bodyguard Novels & Stories

The assassin ran for two blocks, but failed as the bodyguards were catching up to him. The assassin assessed the roads ahead and entered an alley, which was quite narrow, and hid in a gap, waiting for the bodyguards to leave. However, he underestimated Jackson. He waited there for a minute and felt that the bodyguards had disappeared, so he wanted to leave. However, the moment he stepped out of the gap, he was hit in the stomach by a baseball bat, and he couldn't dodge it. Even though he was a trained assassin, one can imagine how good his opponent was.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

"All I have to do is tell Josh, and you're free. You know that, right?" Also, Josh was a cop. I shook my head and gave her a push. "Go! Your prince charming is waiting for you." She sighed, "You're right, I do have to go." She gave me another hug. "Take care of yourself, and if anyone messes with you, let Bandit know." I looked back at the club's entrance to see one of the bouncers, Bandit, already staring at me. I gave him a little smile and a wave before turning back to face Delilah, who had a funny look on her face.

He said smilingly which made Hadid surprised. "The police were also suspecting me. According to them, I am the one who suddenly attacked you. And you are trusting me?" Hadid was shocked. Being a bodyguard of the home minister isn't something ordinary. He is a poor, street stalker, and thug kind of boy. His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified.

She asked "where did you hear that? What the hell is going on?" He leaned in with a huge frown on his face "you disgusting bitch" "Seriously" He slowly stood up "did you really think that I wouldn't find out eventually? You really thought that I would be in the dark for so long huh?" He walked away from her "you're a devil Prisca. Come on,tell me about henry your second personal bodyguard. I heard he was gay and you basically raped him so he ran away from here. In short, tell me about about all 5 guards, drake included. I want to hear what you did to all of them.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

But I'm just a bodyguard doing it's job' He sighed and nodded, the girl bid her goodbyes and left him walking over to Miles. “God you're so handsome Mr. Pierce" one of the girls squealed. 'Well Damn' "I know right," Wyatt agreed. Wilder looked at Malik making sure he wasn't crowded but Malik was already staring at him. He walked over to him squeezing himself through the girls "are you alright sir?" He asked, Malik nodded grabbing one of the fans phones and taking a quick picture of them both. “Is he your bodyguard?" She asked pointing at Wilder, Taehyung nodded and passed the phone back to her "yup, his name is Mr. Thompson, everyone say good morning Mr. Thompson"

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

He was not going to risk Anton finding Ana so he chased after them and went inside the house as well. In the meantime, Ivan and the men who followed him was driving toward the area and they saw the car crashing with two dead bodies inside and a few of them scattered on the ground. The mighty Ivan was speechless because he could not believe it was the work of a single person. He started to question who Alexander actually was because he realized the man could not just be an ordinary guard. He looked more like a highly skilled assassin. It did send a bit of shiver down his spine. Even the guards around him were staring at each other as they watched these dead corpses on the ground.

Asher said calmly. "What if I don't want to?" she asked. He looked at her in silence, then turned to the bodyguard beside him. "Watch her closely. Don't let her take any medication and don't let her leave this room." "Yes," the bodyguard nodded respectfully. Asher turned and left the apartment, leaving only Vivienne and the bodyguard behind. The bodyguard was a young woman in her twenties, with a beautiful appearance and a tall stature. If they had met under normal circumstances, Vivienne would never have guessed her true identity as a bodyguard.