Bodyguard 2 Novels & Stories

"Half these people are from Dasha. That doesn't mean anything." "But your old bodyguard was Buff, a Manand local. That's got to count for something," said Smith. Demi looked at him. "So I changed bodyguards. What's wrong with that?" "Get him!" Smith ordered sharply, uncaring of what Demi had to say. The bodyguards exploded with spiritual energy at once, and fierce winds kicked up in the room. One of the bodyguards reached out to grab Wilbur's shoulder while the other one threw a punch at Wilbur's stomach.

Ghost told me before disappearing. As instructed, I quickly locked the door before approaching Grandpa, a wide smile on my face. "Grandpa!" "Zara Bear. What's going on? Why did you lock the door? And who was that?" Grandpa asked curiously. "Nothing. I just don't want to be disturbed while I'm with you. And that's my bodyguard. His name is Ghost." "Bodyguard?" He squinted. "You have a bodyguard now? Are you safe? Why do you need a bodyguard? And how did you get the money for one?"

His dark eyes, reflected in the rearview mirror, watch me with the familiarity of someone who has buried bodies for me. "Thank you," I murmur, practicing my French as I adjust the Italian leather bag on my shoulder. Inside it, between brushes and sketchbooks, a satin holster conceals my Glock 26. My two bodyguards — John and Mike — accompany me. I know Vasily has more men scattered across Paris, discreet but ever vigilant. John is the type who draws attention without meaning to—blond like a ray of sunlight, with brown eyes so light they seem golden under the right light. Young, sculpted like an athlete, with an easy smile that once made me question boundaries in the past. A lesson learned th

“What’s up with you, man? You’ve been staring into space like someone stole your Lamborghini.” I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “My dad hired me a new bodyguard. It’s a girl.” Trent barked out a laugh so loud half the class turned around. “A girl? Bro, you? Mr. I bench press my problems? Is she hot at least?” “She’s not just hot,” I muttered. “She took out five armed guys in under ten seconds. Solo. Like it was nothing. The problem is… I think I’m falling for her.”

Bodyguard #1 looked at #2. [Hungarian] "They will let you leave without conflict," Selena spoke up. "They will honor my agreement with the Vizsla." The two men started backing out. The Vizsla was the Head of the nearest Black Hand Chapter - similar to an A****n Head of House. [Hungarian] "Take the body with you," I requested. They cautiously returned, grabbed Matthias under each arm and dragged him away. [Hungarian] "We will be in touch," the lead bodyguard stated. It wasn't meant to be a threat.

“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.

Or maybe he would make her a hostage so that her brother and father would give him a huge ransom. He laughed after planning that. Yes, it was a good plan. The next day, he kept an eye out for Elena who came with that damn bodyguard. He was surprised to see that the building was suddenly crowded. It turned out that his men and Thomas' had been arrested by the FBI. "What a damn woman!" he cursed as he saw Elena and her bodyguard finally leave the Greenlake building. He hurriedly followed the car, which finally stopped at a movie theater in the city of Portland. He saw that the bodyguard was ordering food, while Elena was ordering tickets.

The bodyguard saw that Kiran did not dodge him, and he laughed mockingly, “You idiot!” Another bodyguard laughed even louder, saying to his comrade, “If you can punch a hole in a sandbag, let’s see if you can shatter his shoulder with one punch.” “Don’t worry!” The attacking bodyguard was full of confidence. Shuri was so nervous she wanted to speak up, but she suddenly heard a loud bang. She closed her eyes out of fear, not daring to look up. These were the bodyguards hired by Ted at an annual salary of several millions. He had used them to do many bad things. Was Kiran trying to get himself killed?

His companion, Rolex, was slightly shorter but exuded a treacherous vibe. "We are your new bodyguards, Ms. Jada," Rob stated. "Our boss has issued a direct order for your protection, and we're here to ensure your safety." "All of you?" she mumbled under her breath. The words escaped her lips before she could stop them. Side-eyeing his partner, Rolex took a step forward, his gaze unyielding. "Yes, ma'am. Our boss doesn't want to take any chances-"

Odette clenched her jaw at the feeling. Suddenly, a sound of laughter came from Julian's mouth. He looked at Sharlynn and Richie in turn with a look of contempt. "Apparently the shares are paid for with the body. No wonder you're so crazy about this guy. It looks like you're really enjoying the bodyguard's body." Julian continued to insult Richie, trying to provoke the man's emotions. Sharlynn, not having any of it, almost raised her hand to slap the man in the mouth. "We don't have to waste time on human garbage like this," Richie interrupted. He made Julian and Odette stare at him. "Maybe they want to see their hot game scene. Don't worry, we'll send them the footage later."