Bodyguard Book Series Novels & Stories

The new bodyguard was a woman. Jason didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "You've got to be kidding me." He looked from his grandmother's smiley face to the tomboy standing at attention like a soldier reporting for duty. "Her?" "Her name is Jenna Smith," Helena said. "And she comes highly recommended." "She could as well be one of my fitness coaches." "Fitness coaches don't have her training." Jason moved in a circle around Jenna slowly. She didn't flinch or move, she just stood still.

She asked with her eyes widened and I immediately turned around, almost giving myself whiplash in the process. Behind me stood Jaxon, looking intimidating and elegant in his black suit. “I asked you to wait outside” I whispered harshly as I walked up to him. “I heard” He replied simply and I sighed. “Isla, who is this?” Serena asked as she stood behind me, her attention fully on Jaxon. “This is Jaxon, my bodyguard” I told her and she giggled. “Is bodyguard code name for fuck buddy?” She asked and I gasped. “Don't be ridiculous. He really is my bodyguard” I told her and her mouth dropped open.

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na

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?"

She gave him one more smile before leaving. As Sharlynn prepared to exit, Andriano called out to one of the guards. "Make sure you keep her at a safe distance. Don't let her feel intimidated, but don't let anyone approach her without our knowledge," Andriano instructed firmly. "Yes, sir," the bodyguard replied, nodding understandingly before following Sharlynn from a distance, ensuring she was safe without feeling overwhelmed. Sharlynn stepped lightly out of the Del Vecchio mansion, feeling slightly relieved but burdened by this new reality.

“…Of course I am.” “Good. You should be.” She leaned in, eyes fierce. “Because I’m not even the one in your shoes, and I want to burn them both to the ground.” I sat back, silent. She softened slightly but didn’t let up. “Look, I get it. You’re scared. But this is Rio. Someone who’s been by your side for three years. And now you know he’s not just your bodyguard—he’s Nikolai freaking Dorne. Billionaire, boss man, sexy-as-hell Italian dreamboat.”

Gambino's dealings, leaving Isla with her other bodyguard Rolfe. Her bodyguard Rolfe who filled in whenever Alexander wasn't around, if she was being honest scared the shit out of her. He was in his late 40s and completely unapproachable with that stone cold face and huge stature. Eventhough, Alexander was always stone faced too but there was something tender in Alexander's dark eyes when they met hers each time that made her feel at ease and comfortable unlike with Rolfe who even though never gave her a reason to doubt him in sense didn't make her feel like she did when Alexander was near.

I am Colton Cruz. The heir to the Venditti Crime Family, the best damn bodyguard in the business. Whichever I choose to be today, I am not letting a bunch of Vic Stone’s thugs come and ruin my engagement party. Now is the man sour that he was not invited, guess he has not forgiven me for that little fact that I took his daughter. Trinity Stone is mine, and I will protect her with my life. So, ya, the shit is about to come down…and my princess is not happy.

“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.

bodyguard was actually a killer from the Northshore? This arrangement wasn't in my best interest, and I didn't think I’d wait around to see how it played out. *“No, I’m not doing it. We should leave,”* I thought. Nala protested, whining at the idea of leaving our mate, but I could tell she understood the danger. My gaze drifted back to Dante as he knocked down a king He walked over to the desk and pressed his intercom. “Bret... have you and the guys come meet me in my office.”