Big Bodyguard Novels & Stories

"Hey baby girl, I promise to make you feel good and give you lots of money. Let—” Disgust tore through me. Before I could slap his hand away—CRACK! A scream split through the music. The man dropped to the ground, his wrist bent at an unnatural angle, shrieking in agony. “Arrgghhhh!!!!!” Everyone nearby froze, turning toward the commotion. That’s when I saw him. The bodyguard. He was huge, dressed in a black suit, dark glasses, bald head gleaming under the red lights. He didn’t even glance at the man he’d just destroyed. His face was blank. Cold.

the bodyguard explained. People's attention was on them, besides winning, their aura was different, they do not look like ordinary people especially Master Javen who stand tall, straight, dashingly handsome even in just a casual dress. Spectators could say they were very wealthy just looking at his wristwatch, Jade's diamond ring, and necklace, and most of all they could see they have bodyguards. "Wow! the girl is very lucky. She is gorgeous even her dress is simple," audience one.

the bodyguard shouted angrily, raising his fist and charging toward him. Bernard smiled at the sight of the bodyguard’s rage. This wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a black belt in every martial art, a retired special bodyguard who was notorious for his fighting skills. With a punch, even if Esteban didn’t die, he would become a useless idiot.

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

She reached the door and opened it, as she wanted to move out her body made contact with a stange hard wall. Stumbling back, she manage to balance her body from falling, she looked up at the wall but it wasn’t a wall but a huge human being. “That’s Big, your bodyguard, he is to guard you to make sure that you don’t escape without finishing your part of the deal” Eva said aproaching her from behind. “And mind you, I can kill you off if you annoy me much” she added. Mia swallowed as she turned around looking at Eva, “just do what I asked you to do, you want something like not to happen again?, seduce him and you get all the protection that you need” she explained.

I wished him that. Through all this distraction I forgot about my bodyguard’s eyes on me. They were still sticking onto my figure, following my every movement, no matter how small they were, he had everything in view. I sensed that his gaze maybe was even a bit too intense to be considered as normal for his position as “just” my bodyguard.

She looked down on the tree where she is standing and saw a body of a robber, again trying to make his way inside the mansion, but Xania already took care of him. Maybe… this is the best thing to happen. Even so, nothing is going to stop her from still, protecting this guy behind the scenes because in the end… …she will still Guard the Badboy. -THE END-

“I’m frightened too. I don’t know who’s still out there, or what they want, or how much of my own life has been shaped by hands I never saw. But I know this. I know what it feels like when you hold my hand like this. I know that’s mine. That’s not anyone’s plan but our own.” He was quiet for a long moment, and then, slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me with something steadier than fear. “I want to make you a promise,” he said. “Not the kind soldiers make. Not duty. Something that’s just mine to give.” “Okay.” “Whatever comes next — the Architect, my father, Marcus’s father, whoever else is still hiding somewhere in all of this — I’m not doing it as your bodyguard anymore. I’m doing it

I immediately moved my hand away, my chest heaving with the exertion and the thrill of being in here, alone with him, away from all the titles and ranks that divided us. "I knew you would stop," he whispered, his voice low. It was the voice he used whenever he was alone with me, and hell, it confused me and gave me hope at the same time. He took a step forward. "Preparing for the ball?" I swallowed hard. "I am a bodyguard. The Alpha’s bodyguard. I am not to be concerned with finding romance." His eyes met mine. "I saw your eyes earlier. It twitched a little once my mate was mentioned. Would it be too much work to protect two people?"

She did not seem to be a fan of the idea of having a bodyguard. "A bodyguard?" Aubrey repeated the thought that ran through her head. "Isn't it too much? You're way more famous than I am, yet you don't have a bodyguard." "Who said that? I do have a bodyguard, bodyguards to be exact, but I sometimes like to be by myself. Plus, I'm a big guy, Bree. I can handle myself. No offence, but you can easily get hurt," he told her and for a second she looked offended, "Calm the feminist inside of you, I don't mean to insult you, I'm just stating the obvious." Jordan's bluntness was taking over him and he didn't know how to have control over himself. He was right to a huge extent though. Aubrey's petite