Bodyguard Romances Novels & Stories

As we stood there in silence for a moment, I watched the lights on the elevator shift as we went lower in the building. “It is though,” he finally muttered. “I shouldn’t have left your side. Genevieve, it won’t happen again.” “Y–” nope. Not going there. I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from telling Raphael that I preferred it when he called me baby girl. The way he said it, with a hint of a growl, had me in a puddle. Not that my full name on his lips wasn’t downright delicious either. Maybe I’d been writing too much erotic romance lately. I should take a break and watch a rom-com later. Yeah, that’d stop me from pining after my bodyguard. Definitely.

(9). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 9: I’m not gay and that’s final . "Miles please don't" Alanna whined trying to push a drunk Miles away. "It's a free lap dance though" He slurred. "No I don't want it! Go ahead and do it on Nikolai" Alanna pushed him onto his bodyguard.

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

he warned, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "No! I won't be quiet!" I stepped right up to him, poking him in the chest. "Isabella is the perfect wife for you, right? She’s elegant, she’s from the right family, and she doesn't have any messy secrets. She’s everything your world wants. And what am I? I’m just the bodyguard, right? The one who pretends to be a guy so I can protect you. The one you can just fuck on the side when you’re bored with being perfect!"

“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 quickly nodded. “I understand,” I said quietly. “I’d be foolish to refuse after what happened yesterday.” Dad’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Good. The bodyguard will drive you everywhere from now on. He goes where you go. No exceptions.” I pushed my plate slightly and looked at my father, trying to sound casual. “So… who’s this bodyguard of mine?” Dad didn’t even hesitate. He took a sip of water and answered calmly, “Of course I picked the strongest out of all my men. Arnold Black Russo.”

"I spent so long being a ghost, Vivienne. I forgot what it felt like to be a man." ​Vivienne shifted, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. She traced the line of his jaw, her eyes soft. "You were never just a ghost to me, Roman. You were the only thing that felt real in a world made of plastic and lies." ​He caught her hand, kissing her palm. "I’m going to protect this. No matter what comes out of those woods, no matter what Arthur tries to do. This room, this peace... it’s the only thing I have that’s worth anything."

he murmured quietly to Viv, so she was aware of who was at her party. Aunt Viv turned with a pinched expression. “Is that really necessary, Roman? Bodyguards? This is a party, not a war zone.” Roman didn’t miss a beat. His tone was calm but firm. “Considering Blair’s been nearly killed twice in one week, yes, it is absolutely necessary.” Vivienne’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard. She hadn’t been expecting that. Because Blair hadn’t told her. “I... I see. Well, I suppose a little extra caution never hurt anyone.” Aunt wouldn’t ask question now because she didn’t want her guest overhearing.

“I didn’t know I married a bodyguard. You are acting like my own personal security. Are you going to follow me all day now? Even when I go to read my books? Even when I am writing in my little journal? Are you going to be my shadow, Mr. Bodyguard?” Vincenzo looked at her, a little more relaxed. “Yes, tesoro. I am your shadow. I am your biggest bodyguard. I will be with you always if that’s the only way to keep you safe. And if you dare to tease me again, I will follow you even to the bathroom.”

The white guy must have realized there is no way the code wallet will be around anywhere because he pull me into his car and locked the door. My heart jump instantly into my mouth and i began to pray to my lord to save me from the scarred face but handsome man who seem to be in his early thirties. He didn't drive, i thank my lord for that because there is still a chance to escape ... Right? I have seen Angelina Jolie, a famous actress does that many times without numbers, I mean jumping out of a running car. If i put the right pressure and adrenaline i might even be better than her.