Bodyguard Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Hiring a personal bodyguard was just a cherry on top in terms of being in charge of trained guards. “He zoned out again.” Roman sighed and shook his head negatively in a pity-like manner. I almost rolled my eyes at his remark. I dropped the wine glass that I had unconsciously held on to and reached out to pick up my phone but stopped halfway. “Wait a minute!” I muttered under my breath. Roman tilted his head to take a brief look at me before he focused on the program he was busy watching. “Did you say something?” “My guard!” I exclaimed. “Which of your guards?”

"I am not a bad guy like you think… I am here to protect you until you are somewhere safe and secure, Please allow me to be your Bodyguard" He pleaded as he pulls her closer like he doesn't want to let her go as he wraps his one arm around her waist. Rania looks at him thoughtfully and then looks behind his shoulder – the gangsters were still roaming around looking for them. Daniel could see the doubts in her eyes and before she could speak, he interrupted;

Zarla immediately replies, “Of course you can.” Zarla is also as worried as Varisa about Mr. Romero’s hearing. Alistair has asked Varisa to make it a point to take the driver with her every time she has to travel somewhere, and also to take a bodyguard with her. Varisa has agreed to take Hugo Reyes, the driver, but has rejected taking a bodyguard with her. This all seems a bit too much. Alistair has asked her this taking into consideration what has been happening, but she will find herself thinking of all the negative possibilities if she has a bodyguard with her all the time.

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.

There was a beat of silence that made the skin along my neck crawl. “Are you going cold on me, Bianca? With everything that has happened, do you really think traveling alone is safe? I’m just worried about you,” he said, but his tone didn’t sound like he cared. It sounded rehearsed, as though he was reading lines he had practiced in front of a mirror. “I’m okay. Besides, I’m with my bodyguard, so I’m in good hands,” I said. “Rob?” he asked. “Yes.” “Oh. Alright. Glad to know you’re okay.”

He just stood there in the office. The city lights blinked at him like a thousand mocking eyes, like they already knew. The gala memories wouldn’t leave him, the gunshot, glass raining down, the sting in his ears. Over and over, the moment looped, carving itself deeper until it felt like his skull had been branded. Someone had tried to end him tonight. Somebody close was feeding him to the wolves. And now this text is a pointed, deliberate strike aimed straight at Damien Wolfe. The man he had let in. The man who was supposed to protect him.

"Because I can?" She huffed before her face brightened. “So, you slept with your bodyguard?” She asked, with eyes sparkling. “Mm.” “Thrice!” “Girl, hush!” “I can't.” She leaned closer to the desk. “You really had sex with him? Like mind-blowing, over-the-top sex that left you panting for more?” My cheeks warmed. Ignoring her, I reached for my coffee and downed the entire contents. The fucker scalded my throat, but I didn't care.

Lila’s eyes widened, and she glanced at Kade, who was smirking at something Damien said. “They’re hot, though. Especially the one with the tattoos. You sure they’re just bodyguards?” "What else would they be? Don't tell me you find them attractive?" I asked Lila "Don't tell me you don't?" Ama, my other girlfriend asked. Truth is, I do. I do find them attractive. I forced a laugh, but my stomach twisted. She wasn’t wrong. They were hot, dangerously so. But they weren’t just anything. They were a storm I hadn’t seen coming, and I was already caught in the wind.

“Aiden, it’s really not...” “Oh, sweetheart, hush.” Aiden flicked his hand at him. “You’re too pretty to lie convincingly.” I choked. “Aiden!” “What?” He shrugged. “I’m just saying what everyone with a functioning pair of eyes has been thinking.” He pointed at Ethan. “Tall, intimidating, smoldering bodyguard.” Then pointed at me. “Stubborn workaholic CEO with repressed feelings? It’s literally slow-burn romance 101.” Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. He wouldn’t look at me. That alone made something flutter—dangerously—inside my chest.

Book 3 is another steamy Mafia romance crime saga featuring hardcore, taboo romance, sex with my bodyguard, A Possessive Mafia Romance etc full Book starts here 👇 I know what those hands have done— and it’s not pretty. Except maybe I like it a little ugly. A little twisted. A little broken. Ren’s the kind of man I’ve spent my life running away from: big, gorgeous, arrogant. He thinks the world revolves around his biceps. When I’m nearly killed in a drive-by shooting gone wrong, my father packs me up and ships me off to Philly, “for my protection,” whatever that means.