Big Bodyguard Novels & Stories

"We've been kidnapped?" "Yes." "Who are they after? You or me?" she asked. "I'm not sure," Noah replied, his voice deep and his tone grave. "But what is certain is that they are not ordinary people." Noah’s bodyguard was a retiree of special forces, and under normal circumstances, dealing with five or six thugs posed no problem. However, when he found the bodyguard, he was covered in injuries, each one potentially fatal. The assailant had displayed an alarming level of ruthlessness and precision, indicating a background in professional training.

She had no idea what kind of men they were, but one of them was about to brought her inside when suddenly there was a gun shot and one of the man who was holding her fell down to the ground, bleeding from his chest. That shocked everyone and two of the other men who were left moved their attention toward the gun direction, but at that very second one of them who was holding Ana was already shot as well. Ana stared at the man before her. It was Alexander. He literally just shot these two men in front of her. The entire time he became her bodyguard she did not think she ever saw him shooting anyone, the most he did was to knock out some of the men who nearly hurt her, but this time he was not

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

“Nice to meet you, Kimmy.” “You too,” Kimmy said, shaking it. “I didn’t know you were dating someone. But that’s great. I mean, I’ve got a full course load, and... well, let’s just say my bodyguard’s been keeping me on my toes.” As if on cue, her bodyguard—tall, sharp, quiet—stepped forward. Kimmy blushed. She turned and gestured toward a tall man standing a few steps back—broad-shouldered, alert, and clearly protective. He gave Kimmy a slight nod.

At least, it was better than not having any at all. I was running and thinking at the same time, so much so that I didn’t even realize that a bodyguard was standing on the way. I ran into him and collided on his chest squarely. “Hey, watch where you are going,” he said, his voice thick with warning. He was tall…very tall, actually, and his shoulders were the broadest I had seen. He had a stern expression on his face, and his muscles almost felt too big for his body. It was as though they would fall off if he flexed them too much.

He asked wanting to know his next client. “Well .. “. The Chief trailed off searching through papers and files. “Yesterday, I got a call from one of our partners, a certain entertainment company that one of their artistes needed a new bodyguard, apparently, the singer in question got hassled by a crowd. Three of our bodyguards were working there already but one got fired due to his incompetence so now they need another bodyguard to fill up his place. So now that you are here ....”. “So I’ll be reduced to the position of a celebrity’s bodyguard?”. Wilder scoffed interrupting the Chief not believing the misfortune that was befalling him.