Bodyguard Novelas e Histórias

He held onto the bow tightly, ensuring it wouldn't fall off. He must have drawn the worst style. Maddy's jaw dropped. "Fuck." Seth laughed awkwardly and walked with more stiffness compared to the other guys. Lennox and I both looked away from him at the same time. My head was spinning. I handed Lennox my mug. "Take a sip." "The youngest bodyguard is a lovely Gemini and a vegetarian," Willow narrated. "He's Brazilian-American, a former pro-boxer, and Davin's little brother. You'd want to introduce this hunk to your parents."

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

Lady Beatrice said. Zendaya saw Rockefeller gently shaking his head. “I’m truly sorry. I’m afraid I can’t do that for you. That bodyguard’s status is rather unique. He’s someone from the American government, and his identity cannot be revealed. I’m bound by the principle of secrecy! However, if I get the chance, I’ll express your gratitude to him on your behalf,” Zendaya said. Beatrice seemed disappointed after hearing that. Mone immediately started laughing. “Beatrice, thank goodness Mask isn’t your brother-in-law. Otherwise, you’d be done for. Things could get messy if you actually fell in love with your brother-in-law.”

Verss glanced at Gale's right hand which was wrapped in neat bandages. "How is it? Still hurt?" he asked. Gale shakes his head. "No, let's go home" Not saying much, Gale held out his hand in front of Verss who was looking at him with sharp eyebrows. "What did the doctor say?" Versa stands with Gale heading toward the exit. "No problem, as long as it don't get in the water" Verss was a bit worried, several times Gale's big body was hit very hard by a baseball bat and long iron, he protected Verss so that Verss was not touched. He was really a bodyguard who gave his whole body to him.

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant an

she replied calmly, showing no sign of pressure. She added firmly, “I don’t concern myself with anything else. My sole duty is to protect Miss Taylor’s life.” “But you just informed Everett about our situation,” I said, my tone hardening. “To us, that means that besides protecting Scarlett, you’re also a spy planted by Everett to monitor her.” "Reporting the protected individual’s movements in real time is the most fundamental duty of a bodyguard.” “Then there is nothing more to discuss.” My expression cooled. “Our family has its own security company and many private bodyguards as capable as you. So please, you can leave.”

“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.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in

The female bodyguard that they hired approached her and patted her. "Leave us," MJ said. "It's just a trauma." "Call us if anything else happened, MJ." The head bodyguard of the team that was protecting Bonnie said. Bonnie looked up at MJ as she wiped her tears. "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm MJ. I'm President Del Carlo's bodyguard. But she sent me here for you." Bonnie clutched her sheet. She sniffled and shook her head. "I deserve this." She mumbled. "I killed Louise…"

Neither did Posey, who now swears she always knew there was something weird about him. I’m so lucky to have good people on my side. I’m also lucky to have a bodyguard capable of scaring most of the guys on campus into leaving me alone with nothing more than a look in their direction. As far as they know, he threw a guy off a balcony to protect me. What would he do to them? It’s almost funny, watching them shift their weight and avert their eyes as I walk through the classroom to grab a seat next to my friend.