Bodyguard Books Romance Novels & Stories

"You're blushing." "I'm not." "You are. And he's definitely not just a bodyguard, is he?" I shot her a sharp look. "Bea. I'm married." She raised both hands. "I didn't say anything. But your face says plenty." I looked down at my tea, heart quietly pounding. — The silence after Damien left was louder than before. Bea sipped her tea with far too much satisfaction. "You know, some people hire protection. Others hire temptation."

“I’m sorry… because you’re not the woman I’m going to marry.” My chest ached. “All the things I planned to do with you, I’ll do with another woman.” Pain exploded in my heart. It was unbearable. “I hope you find someone too. Someone who deserves you. Someone better than me.” His hand trembled slightly as he squeezed mine one last time. “I’ll do everything to protect you. I’ll be your forever bodyguard.” Then—soft, featherlight— A kiss against my shoulder. “Your safety is my top priority.”

**** Body….what? I was confused. "Miss Gem….sorry I'm late…did anyone bully you?" He asked. Everyone was shocked….how could a handsome man who was fit to be a model or an idol be standing here as a bodyguard. "Uhmm…. uhmm…. I… uh." I didn’t know what to say….I mean a bodyguard came out of nowhere. "Let’s go, Miss." He said and dragged me with him. He pushed me in a flashy car and drove a few distances before he stopped and handed me a file.

“And you thought it’d be fun to humiliate me and to walk away like I was nothing. You didn’t even check if I was breathing.” My chest clenched. “What are you talking about?” “You don’t remember that either?” he asked, his tone harsh and low. “You flirted with me, made me believe there was something real, then you disappeared with that man who punched me and left me there in the dirt.” My heart skipped. “Rob?” “The bodyguard,” he said coldly. “The one who thought I wasn’t good enough for you. He hit me so hard I blacked out. No one called for help. They left me there all night. Do you know what that feels like?”

I replied curtly. Gatsby didn't speak to me any longer. I took the cue that she'd given up. She is always done whenever we talk about me having a bodyguard or plural. I don't like the idea of being surrounded all the time. It made me look weak and a BOOKER was far from that. I was a Blueblood. I don't need protection. The BMW pulled up to the building and in that very second, the paparazzi swarmed us, flashing cameras and yelling inaudible questions.

For a moment, she felt like she was back to the first time she knew Evander, when he came as her bodyguard. "Why are you smiling like that?" Evander asked, puzzled. Elena shook her head with a cute gesture, making Evander clear his throat and turn his face away, because suddenly his wife looked even more beautiful and adorable. "I miss my Captain Evan, my bodyguard from before!" Elena said, biting her lip to hold back a smile. Evander looked at her fondly. "You know, back then I could only restrain myself when I saw you do that!" Evander said. Elena raised an eyebrow. "Do what?" she asked, not understanding.

I've attached book 2(the sequel for HIS) to book one, since it's difficult for you guys to find it on this site. This is the first chapter for the sequel, I hopeyou all enjoy Amelia's POV The doors opened and I stepped out with my bodyguard Brian beside me. I began walking towards the office when I was stopped by who I assumed to be the receptionist if it was, this would be third one he hired this month. "Is he expecting you?" She asked

"I am not a bad guy like you think… I am here to protect you until you are somewhere safe and secure, Please allow me to be your Bodyguard" He pleaded as he pulls her closer like he doesn't want to let her go as he wraps his one arm around her waist. Rania looks at him thoughtfully and then looks behind his shoulder – the gangsters were still roaming around looking for them. Daniel could see the doubts in her eyes and before she could speak, he interrupted;

she pleads, her voice clothed with affection. Oh, we have a classic! The bodyguard and heiress unfortunate love story. I smile internally at the realization, that nervousness is written all over Odette's face and worry and protectiveness on her bodyguard's, Damien's face. After a moment, he moves back a bit, still keeping his glowering look over us. "He seems very protective," I comment. "He does his job too well, don't mind him," she looks down and pulls up her tube dress again.

The doors swung open, and a flutter of excitement surged through Catalina’s heart. She was pushed into a room that radiated strength and elegance. Bookshelves embraced the walls, their treasures lovingly curated. The gentle warmth of the fire danced in the hearth, its soft crackle filling the room with a tender ambiance, while shadows wove their delicate patterns across the gleaming surfaces. Behind a grand desk sat Matteo Moretti, a figure of intrigue and longing. He was nothing like the image she had conjured in her mind. He was younger—likely in his late twenties—but there was something about him, a presence so commanding that it sent shivers down her spine.