Bodyguard Romane & Geschichten

"We've been kidnapped?" "Yes." "Who are they after? You or me?" she asked. "I'm not sure," Noah replied, his voice deep and his tone grave. "But what is certain is that they are not ordinary people." Noah’s bodyguard was a retiree of special forces, and under normal circumstances, dealing with five or six thugs posed no problem. However, when he found the bodyguard, he was covered in injuries, each one potentially fatal. The assailant had displayed an alarming level of ruthlessness and precision, indicating a background in professional training.

🍑Safety Check 🍑 “Hands on the glass, Miss Billie. Don’t move until I say so.” The deep, commanding voice of my new bodyguard, Alex, sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the air-conditioned luxury suite. I stood facing the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the glittering Miami skyline at 1:17 AM, wearing only a short silk robe that barely reached the top of my thighs. My heart pounded as I placed my palms flat against the cool glass, my breath fogging slightly on the surface.

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.”

Because of their brave hearts to protect and serve the country to keep the safety of the nation's citizen. But the woman in sunglasses behind them was not impressed to see the two men blocking her path. She looked displeased and a bodyguard with a crew cut walked over. He said while placing a hand on Jate's shoulder. "Hey brat, you and this crippled are in Mr. Lawson's was!" With a gleam of his eyes, Jate demonstrated a perfect shoulder throw. 'bang!' The 200-pound bodyguard was instantly thrown to the ground and writhing in pain. The woman in sunglasses was a rising celebrity, Helen Lawson.

“ Son , I forbid you from doing anything dangerous again . “ said madam Laura . “ Daddy ! You always said that bodyguards are like superheroes but grandma explained to me that being a bodyguard is very dangerous and can cost you your life . Please daddy ! Don’t put yourself in danger no more . I only have you . “ said Angelo with a crying face . Antonio was surprised and he had never seen his son cry like that . He was always a mature kid that had never showed any kind of weakness in front of Antonio before . “ Son , don’t cry like that ! I will be even more sad if I see you like this . “ said Antonio whipping the tears of Angel

she said holding my hands in hers, I caressed the top of her hand as we both smiled, “I missed you more.” I didn’t feel comfortable when I saw the guy was standing behind me so I turned around and asked him “are you gonna sit or stay standing like that all the time?” he looked at me with anger face but I rolled my eyes and looked back to Andrea.“That’s my bodyguard Elijah,” she said when I was about to ask her about her belly, I stayed silent as I looked at her then back to him. “Oh your...your bodyguard,” I stared at his beautiful gorgeous eyes.

Warm blood splattered across the side of my face, carrying that sharp, unsettling smell of iron. He'd been shot. But he didn't make a sound, and the arm around me didn't so much as tremble. At the same time, by the faint moonlight coming through the windows, I caught sight of Julian nearby out of the corner of my eye. The instant the shots rang out, this man, who'd once sworn to protect me with his life, the Ward family's former head bodyguard, had thrown himself, on pure instinct, straight toward Amber. He'd pinned her body beneath his, and even after a stray round grazed his arm, slowing him down further, he never once let go of her.

a voice yelled and pulled me before I was run over by the car. I stumbled to the ground, my head resting on chest of this strange figure. When I raised my head to him, I was met with a set of dangerous blue eyes staring back at me. Short brown hair, tight jaw and a bit of a mustache, he was gorgeous. I had no idea men like this could be bodyguards, he would excel more if he were a model. He gently pulled me off the ground, and before I knew it, I was spun around. The sound of a gunshot flew past my ears, blood splattered on my face.

Ada captures the deep emotional hurt vibrating through my voice and says, "The entire emergency layout tracks as completely settled now. My boots are traveling down the trail to see your face this very instant." After the wireless connection ends, my hand lifts up to wipe the final tears away from my eyes. The bodyguard wants to offer some comfort to calm my spirit down, but his mouth ends up dropping a rough comment instead, "Mr. Lube isn't dead on the ice! My internal beast absolutely hates witnessing wolves cry and whine over basic security friction." My eyes look up at his face with watery vision, asking, "What specific reason explains why your frame wasn'

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?