Bodyguard Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His eyes locked with hers—burning, controlled, dangerous. “You’re not just my bodyguard, Louis,” she whispered. “You’re the only place I feel real.” He said nothing at first. Then, gently, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek. “I’ll guard you with everything,” he murmured. “But not just from danger. I’ll guard your heart, Lauren. Even when it breaks for the wrong reasons.” She closed her eyes. But only for a second.

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

“And you don’t hire someone like me unless you’re already bleeding.” Silence again. Thicker this time. Finally, Elliot said, “If I accept the risk—” “You already have,” Ronan interrupted. “You just haven’t named it.” Elliot stood. Ronan followed suit. “Twenty-four-hour protection,” Elliot said. “Temporary. Discreet. Renewable after thirty days.” “And if I walk away?” “Then I find someone else less qualified,” Elliot said evenly. “And hope they don’t get me killed.” Ronan held his gaze.

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!

Anger, jealousy and possessiveness wrap their ugly and highly unwelcome fingers around my neck, tightening until it's almost impossible for me to get air through. The idea to beat the shit out of the man begins to solidify in my mind before another voice whispers into my head, pulling the breaks on that one. I'm her bodyguard. Nothing more, nothing less. I have zero rights to feel possessive towards her because she's not mine. For fucks sake, I shouldn't even care if another man has his hands on her as long as it's not in a violent way, and she's obviously enjoying herself right now which means that I shouldn’t fucking care.

And to him, nothing was more important than ensuring that the scheming bodyguard was out of her life. “I love your daughter.” Asher blurted without flinching. As a bodyguard, he has already broken the code by getting involved with a client, and he wasn't about to shame himself further by denying the obvious. He was deeply in love with Isabella and nothing was going to keep them apart. Not if he could help it anyway. Lucas chuckled. The mocking kind with a sneer. Asher wasn't surprised or bothered by the reaction. He had long expected it. After all, society had a way of labeling the average people who dared love someone rich or even those employees who are lucky to find love with their bosses

I hurriedly said, afraid to lose track of Zev. Maybe he was shocked so he just used his thumb to point the exit door. I let go of his arm and immediately made my way towards the exit. Lo and behold, Zev was leaning against a car, once again puffing smoke from his cigarette. Just when I was about to approach him, the usual buffed boydguards my dad always have around me manifested out of nowhere. Panic grew in me because I know I'll never get that moment alone with Zev ever again when they grab a hold of me.

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.

Luca exclaims, his eyes widening as he stares at Gianna. Before he can say anything more, I slam my fist against his mouth, sending him flying to the floor. “You fucking bastard." I growl. The two bodyguards he came with draw out their guns but I'd be damned if I gave a fuck as I descend on Luca, raining punches on his face. “Stand down.” Luca tells his guards, then groans when I land another punch on his face. Around me, I can hear Dante, Gypsy and Gianna yelling at me to calm down, but it's like I've been possessed.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.