Bodyguard Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Corrupt me then. I’m your protected princess. Feel how tight and fertile I am? Nineteen and begging my forty-six-year-old bodyguard to claim what he guards. Imagine breeding me right here so no one else can ever touch me. Your ink against my smooth skin, your massive body pinning me while the city watches.” His breathing grew ragged. He spun me around suddenly, pressing my back to the window, his huge frame caging me in. Tattoos flexed as his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, little girl. I’ve killed to keep you safe. Now you’re whispering about me filling your womb? This protection is turning personal dangerously so.”

“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

I guess Milt didn’t mind the thug look on his face either, “yes, also my bodyguard” The moment bodyguard rolled off my tongue, he sighed in relief. “Bodyguard” he repeated with a smug look. “You seem to be thrilled about that?” “I won’t deny it, I desperately hoped that you would be single from the minute I saw you walk in” he replied spinning me twice. “And who says I am single?” “Your bodyguard wouldn’t be your date if you weren’t single” he answered. We both laughed it off. “I have heard a lot about you” he continued.

The second bodyguard sighed in his quite long breath. “Mmm… But before going away, I think it’s such a pity not to enjoy her body… Only Boss Leonard could enjoy her body, not us… Right now is our golden opportunity… What do you think?” The first bodyguard had stared at Wenny Kammal really hungrily. “Mmm… You’re right… Hurry up then… Let’s not waste the time anymore, Buddy…” The second bodyguard had also been really thirsty to touch and enjoy Wenny Kammal’s body. His thirst had asked to be quenched.

Heinz insulted Richie. "Dad!" Sharlynn shrieked loudly, drawing the attention of the guests and the dancing couple. Richie, feeling insulted, was silent. He was trying to control his emotions. After all, he was just a bodyguard. "Is it just because Richie is a bodyguard that you insult him? No, Dad, you're mistaken. Richie is not that low! He's a dignified man who has saved my life many times!" argues Sharlynn, defending her husband's honor. Although they were only married on paper, the man was still legally her husband.

She turned around, her eyes scanning the aisles in front of her. If someone is here and is planning on jumping out and attacking her out of the blue, then this bodyguard right behind her is sure to flawlessly tackle whoever it may be to the ground in one go. Yes, there is no need to be scared. Maybe Luca was right, maybe having a bodyguard might be for her own good afterall. Hazel opened the first page of the book, it's cover rather. And she stared it. A picture of a wolf stared right back at her.

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.

The girls nodded, their faces awed at such greek- gods giving face. “He's so capable,” Ada swooned, pouting her lips. “How would you know that?” I asked, getting irritated. “I know capable men when I see them, it's a gift,” she replied, wetting her lips at him. “If I had someone like that watching me all day, I'd be satisfied,” Rosie cooed like he was too perfect a man. They had no right to swoon over him, when he was my bodyguard without my permission. I didn't say that though, I would've sounded cheesy so instead, I gulped down a glass and poured another.

“Just because he ran away doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me. Maybe he just panicked.” “What if your hot bodyguard had panicked too?” I roll my eyes at her choice of words again, but refrain from talking about it. "That is different. It is his job to protect me, and that was what he did today." “Whatever you say, honey,” she murmurs. “Scoot over. The handsome hunk has allowed me to hitch a ride with you guys today. My driver isn’t picking up his calls.” “So we are dropping you off?” I ask as I move inside.