Bodyguard Book Series Novels & Stories

Keira leaned back with her eyes closed, her lips pressed tightly together as she restrained the emotions still raging within her. The private elevator took them directly to the top floor of Arta Vistara Group. The moment the office door closed, a loud bang echoed through the room. Keira turned sharply. “Arka Mahendra,” she said coldly, emphasizing every word. “Remember your position. You are the bodyguard I hired. We have a contract, and you are my man!”

“By people who work for you.” “And that’s a problem?” Ronan paused at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. “It’s a variable.” Elliot studied him. Up close, Ronan Hale was all restraint broad shoulders held deliberately still, movements measured, jaw set like he was always biting back words. He looked less like a bodyguard and more like a man accustomed to standing between others and consequences. “You don’t trust anyone,” Elliot observed. “I trust systems,” Ronan said. “People change.”

I whisper to Elizabeth as she fiddles with her phone for the booking. "Then just tell him. You can dismiss the bodyguards. It's not like they are under mum anymore." She shrugs. "No, he’s not under mum; he's just under the D'Amico's." "Oh...? You have a bodyguard who works under your boyfriend? sounds...healthy?" "It's not." “Are you okay, Livy?” “I'm fine. I just want to feel alive today, maybe get drunk, dance with a stranger and kiss a raccoon, who knows?”

Flashes of camera light kept flashing over his sophisticated figure as he moved. "Ma'am, sorry for arriving late. Please?" he stretched his hand towards the gigantic hotel door. Isabella smiled in relief, glad that Liam arrived at the perfect timing like a hero. She gave him a quick once-over while maintaining a straight face, and she continued her walk towards the direction of the entrance. "Miss Sinclair, is this your newly appointed bodyguard?" another reporter asked. Liam stopped and he collected the microphone from the reporter. "Yes, I am Liam Blackwood, aka Rage, and yes, I'm her newly appointed bodyguard. Thank you," he said in his usual sophisticated style, and Isabella couldn't hel

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.

"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.

“Really. Just a few scratches.” Her gaze flicked to Cole, taking in his imposing frame and the gun holstered discreetly at his side. “And this must be your new… assistant?” “Something like that,” I muttered. “Bodyguard,” Cole said simply, offering his hand. “Cole Maddox.” Julia hesitated, then shook it. “Well. You’ll have your hands full with this one.” “Already noticed,” he replied, deadpan. I groaned. “Fantastic. You two can bond over how impossible I am.”

Panic and fear flickered in his eyes when he looked at me. "I don't want her, Grandma," Jonah said while pointing at me, his tone making it clear that there would be no room for compromise. "I want Rose Stenson to be my personal bodyguard." Chaos erupted in the room. I burst into laughter as I took in the urgency in Jonah's eyes. It turned out that he had also been reborn. In our past lives, when Emily chose me to be Jonah's personal bodyguard, he had simply stood on the sidelines and silently accepted her decision.

And she hung up on me before I could argue. A few minutes later a knock sounded on the door. I pulled the door open, ready to unleash my frustration, and froze. Vivian spoke first. “Meet your new bodyguard Daniel Ross”. The man standing there was like nothing I expected. Bluish gray eyes pinned me down where I stood. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders and

“You need to trust me and listen attentively till the end to what I’m going to tell you.” I nod a little, a bit scared to hear what he is about to say. Closing his eyes, he intakes a deep breath. He then opens them and declares. “Those papers belong to Toni, the one who looked after you the night I went to the Citadel. He is your official bodyguard.” ≡└( 'o')┘≡┌( 'o')┐