Bodyguard Novela Novels & Stories

whispered Matteo, instantly bringing Luna back to her senses. The girl’s eyes widened as she looked around; she was in a public place now. Quickly, Luna released her arms from around Matteo’s neck and smoothed her clothes. Before finally running towards the Magnolia Spring Resort building. It was a deeply painful sight for Adrian. The man stared with disgust at the shameless lovebirds before him. He hated Luna’s stupid bodyguard, who always prevented Adrian from touching or kissing the girl on their dates, following them wherever they went. But what was Adrian seeing now? The bodyguard was actually asking Luna to kiss him, right in front of his eyes!

The bodyguard was shocked. Seeing that someone had barged in and ruined his plan, he spat angrily, “Who are you?! What are you doing?!” Gerald glanced over coldly, and Connor punched the bodyguard in the stomach! “How dare you! I’m Bernard’s bodyguard. How dare you…! Ah!” “Drag him away.” Connor and Sam looked at each other and quickly made the others leave. Only North and Gerald were left in the warehouse. Gerald took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The bodyguard immediately approached. "Do you like this?" Katty asked, pointing at her chest. The bodyguard nodded. "Give me your hand," said Katty. The guard gave her his hand. Katty took the bodyguard's hand and then put it on her chest. The guard seemed unable to hold himself anymore. Spontaneously, he looked down and then swept the two small hills on Katty's chest with his tongue. Katty stretched and groaned, enjoying the sensation of the bodyguard's tongue playing. Occasionally she groaned when the guard bit lightly on her nipple. Her breath was gasping. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The guard immediately stopped his activities. Katty immediately got up and pushed the bodygua

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.”

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 new one. I already met that Japanese-looking guy. The other one. The Spanish-looking one." I nodded. "That's Gab. My boyfriend." She raised an eyebrow in my direction. "I thought the other one was your boyfriend." "No, he's not. He's my bodyguard. What about that guy? Your boyfriend?" She rolled her eyes. "My bodyguard, Chantria. Dad didn't just assign a bodyguard to you. And he's annoying. There's no way in hell he's my boyfriend." I laughed at what she said. "You two look cute together."

He tried to savour up every moment he had making the best use of his time to steal as many glances as possible. He drove into the estate and whispered something to the security man who recognized the car and gave him directions to the Huang mansion. The estate was truly beautiful. He drove to the Huang mansion and explained to the bodyguard who was already prepared to track Huang Wei. Mr Byun had been in charge of the family's security for 2 decades. He had watched Huang Wei grow. He was about to go out to look for her at the orders of his irritable boss when he saw her car. He was quite surprised to see her sleeping go to the back of the car.

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.

“Ava. My pretty little princess.” Here I was, sprawled shamelessly in front of my bodyguard. The man being paid to protect me. He was ruining me with every chance he got. I loved it. Every part of me he broke felt like heaven. He pushed my legs wide apart and cupped his lips on my lap. He bit down at it, his eyes never leaving my face. “Nikolai… fuck — you're so good…” I moaned. He moved closer to my thighs and sank into it. The pain ran through my body, it made me shiver.

A story of a bodyguard and an artist, a protector and a creator, a partnership that had healed not only their own wounds, but the wounds of the world. A story that, like the horizon over their beloved valley, was endless. The End.