Big Bodyguard Novels & Stories

he put on his jacket. "Someone asked me to be their son's bodyguard," Eden said as he remembered the strange man from this morning, "He must be someone rich judging from the expensive suit he was wearing and the fancy car his chauffeur drove." "Oh?" Kian looked at him with confusion, "A bodyguard? Now that's fancy," "Fancy, my ass," Eden rolled his eyes, "I don't think I'm going to like working for a spoiled brat," Kian chuckled and put his arm around his shoulders as they walked outside the classroom. "Is it good money at least?"

Wisconsin's voice, "Vee stand up first, I'm going to meet your new bodyguard." I opened the door after gently approaching it. I don't want a bodyguard anymore; it's boring. "What?" He paused in his conversation to look at me. He raised an eyebrow at me, asking his Daddy, "Who is he?" "James Villianuevva, meet your new bodyguard." Are you serious, Dad? This is my new bodyguard. You'll get along with her, especially if you go shoe shopping and when it comes to makeup, so I'm sure you will like her.

Probably a worker from the Hall. “I’m Matthew,” “Evans.” I shook his hand. “These people really think they’re gods huh?” I nodded in agreement, “I ignore them mostly,” He smiled and looked at me, “You must be a pretty tough man to be the Alpha’s bodyguard huh?” I shrugged, “Where do you work?” I looked up and down his attire, his jacket looked way too expensive for someone who would work at the administration or even at a higher post. What if he was a–

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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

I told her and her mouth dropped open. “Bodyguard? Him? He doesn't look like a freaking bodyguard and why do you need a bodyguard in the first place?” She asked and before I could reply, from the corner of my eye I saw Sophia storming towards us. “What is this man doing here?” She screeched and everyone went silent. Immediately, Jaxon stood in front of me, shielding me from Sophia as he stared down at her with an intimidating Aura. “How… How did you get out of jail?” She asked, clearly flustered by him.

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?

A man in a simple black jacket. Average height. Unremarkable face. Except his eyes. Cold. Focused. Razor-sharp. One of Riker’s men stiffened. “Move,” he snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.” The bodyguard: “She’s under protection.” The street seemed to hold its breath. Riker’s man laughed under his breath. “A schoolgirl with bodyguards? Who’s paying—” He didn’t finish. The bodyguard grabbed his wrist and twisted—not enough to break, just enough to drop him to one knee, breath knocked out.

Although she didn't feel safe either, she remembered a piece of news she heard a long time ago: “Emily, I remember a friend of my father who owned a chain of restaurants. He recommended that my parents invest in a robust security scheme similar to the one that protected him. Well, my father listened to him in part; that's why he hired Mike, a tall and obese bodyguard. He looked like a wall; we called him the fat guard. Anyway, the complicated thing was that his own bodyguards were the ones who handed him over to the kidnappers. That was disgusting. Well, he was very good to everyone; he had a foundation for street children, and he treated all his employees very well.”

The girl look intently at him from the top of his head to the tip of his toes and smiled seductively as she traced Marcus' right cheekbone with the tip of her long manicured nails. “Let me make you happy” She whispered in his ear. Marcus carefully removed her hand from his face and shifted. “I am really sorry milady but I am here to work not to mingle or make friends. The girl slouched and took a step backwards as she sipped from her bottle of champagne. “What kind of work?” “I am a bodyguard,” Marcus said firmly raising his head and shoulder higher. “What?!” The girl exclaimed more in disappointment than in shock. “Who would want to turn a fine man like you into a bodyguard? I would rather