Bodyguard Book Series Novels & Stories

“There is something wrong in the procurement, page twenty-seven.” Without saying anything, Luca smirked and leaned forward. “How good are you in finding anomalies… like this?” “I am the best,” she said without batting an eyelid. If she wasn’t so good at almost everything that involved security, then she wouldn’t receive the highest class for a private bodyguard In the US. She smiled at him. “I can sense something evil. What are you thinking?” “Well… Miss Chen. I think we just found a way to fire Miss Naomi Jiang. You ready?”

she said as she headed to her bedroom. Prisca woke up from the pounding on her door. "Prisca honey wake up you're going to be late for work"Jane said then walked away. Prisca sleepily reached for her phone to check the time. "Shoot it's 8am" she said as she jumped out of bed and hastily headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She came out of the bathroom and headed towards the wardrobe. She picked out a simple yellow dress with a black heels. She had not time for make up and her hair so she put her hair in a messy bun, picked her phone and rushed downstairs. She saw her parents talking to a man In a suit when she neared the living room. "Finally you're here"her dad said gesturing to h

Even the guards around him were staring at each other as they watched these dead corpses on the ground. Back to the house, they were searching on every corner just to be able to find her. However, she was nowhere to be seen. Anton was starting to become suspicious if he had hidden her anywhere, then when he was not looking, he heard the sound of a gun-shot and one of his man had been shot right in the head. Anton and the only living bodyguard who was by his side started to point their gun but before long the guard was once again shot dead. It was like a mass murder within an hour. Probably one of the craziest thing Anton had ever seen. When it was just him left, suddenly Alexander came out o

He was different. Antony was my bodyguard, my book shook as I referred to him in the past tense. My heart yelled at me to say something, so he would stay. The door slammed shut, and I slumped to the ground letting it all out. My resolve broke completely. "Don't go,"

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

I say, leaving out the emotional details of what actually led to our reconciliation. "Look at you," Lisa cuts in with a mischievous smirk. "You're smiling." I instantly freeze, pulling my face into a blank expression. "No, I'm not." "You totally are!" Lisa teases, bumping her shoulder against mine. "You're blushing just talking about him. Gaby, do you actually like your bodyguard?" "What? No!" My answer comes out way too fast, my cheeks flushing uncomfortably hot. "I don’t like him. He’s bossy and moody, and he literally gets paid to babysit me."

My bodyguards follow us. We passed between the shelves until we reached the end of the corridor. I am stunned when a bookshelf slides out of place. A retinal scan becomes visible, and Sarah uses it and enters a code, causing the steel door to open. Boby, Sarah's main bodyguard, tells the rest to stay there, and the 3 of us go in. The door closes behind us, and the noise of the bookcase hiding the door is audible. We advance down a corridor, and she opens the door at the end. That was her Cabinet. If all the bosses hid their safe places so well, it's no wonder Interpol doesn't know where to find evidence.

The door locked behind her with a soft click, and she was alone—alone in enemy territory, surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than collateral damage in a war she never asked to be part of. Her hands trembling, Catalina sank onto the edge of the bed. The weight of everything crashed down on her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to cry. She cried for Luca, the boy she had never met but now felt responsible for. She cried for her father, trapped somewhere she couldn’t reach. And she cried for herself—lost, terrified, and unsure how she would survive this ordeal. This version refines the pacing, dialogue, and descriptions, keeping the tension high while adding depth to Catalina

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

I quickly nodded. “I understand,” I said quietly. “I’d be foolish to refuse after what happened yesterday.” Dad’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Good. The bodyguard will drive you everywhere from now on. He goes where you go. No exceptions.” I pushed my plate slightly and looked at my father, trying to sound casual. “So… who’s this bodyguard of mine?” Dad didn’t even hesitate. He took a sip of water and answered calmly, “Of course I picked the strongest out of all my men. Arnold Black Russo.”