Body Protector Adalah Novels & Stories

“No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life. Just then we hear a commotion from outside the club and i signal to one of the guards to check it out. I pull out my knife and one of the guards hands me a piece of cloth on which I wipe it. My second in command, also my best friend— Dom, orders the rest of the guys to dispose of the body and clean up. I leave with him following behind me. I get to my office and set my knife down. “You realize his daughter is only 8.”

A small, blue light began to pulse beneath the skin of his temple. The "Protector" wasn't just a shield. He was a bomb.

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

Something simpler. Human. Protective.

He said and she nodded her head. “Can you tell me who your real bodyguard is? It’s confusing? I can identify a man from the mafia as your mafia bodyguard. But, Connor should be the one who must be your bodyguard as he is the Beta, but then why there is an extra werewolf as your bodyguard?” She asked him as this confused her more.

"Where's your bodyguard?" "Grayson isn't my bodyguard," I corrected him. "And obviously, he's not here." "And why exactly is that?" Devon asked. "None of your business," I muttered as I looked away from him. I had a little bit less than an hour to survive in detention. I didn't even think I could survive. Devon stood up from his chair and walked over to me, glaring down at me. "You should be worried that nobody's hear to protect you," he said in a threatening voice. "After all, everyone hates you after you ruined Belle's life."

***Selene*** I'm Selene and I've been cursed to protect the golden bloodline all my life. It was not an easy task as I had to fight off almost all the werewolves in the world to protect it. Our family has been cursed to be the protector of the golden bloodline and to also protect the person whom it chooses. It has been passed from one generation to another and it's my turn. It is a blessing and also a curse.

Leonard promised. “I’ll hold down a hot girl for you.” Niccolo teased as he left. He headed to the bar. His first hint something was wrong was seeing so many bodyguards hanging around. Why would a bar need so many guards? He wondered. He was still thinking about it, when he bumped into Eleni. Although he hadn't shown it, he was immediately taken by her beauty. He spent all evening watching her without making it obvious and he noticed she was watching him too. Maybe I'll invite her to join us when Leo shows up. He thought.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi