Bodyguard Romances Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was Roman. Before Dario could take another step toward me, Roman stepped out from behind my shoulder, placing his towering body directly between us. He didn't just stand there, he moved with the cold precision of a personal bodyguard shielding his most valuable asset. Roman slid one hand into his pocket, his eyes locking onto his brother with a chilling promise of violence. "Touch her again," Roman whispered, his voice vibrating with a quiet, terrifying authority that paralyzed the entire room, "And I will give you a very real reason to cry."

, Zoey stated with sincerity and happiness laced in her voice. “Same here, we have to keep in touch, I’ll ask Alex for your number later on.”, Romano stated as they both got up from their seats. “Thanks and do you have a weap-” Romano held an index finger up to her face, telling her to wait as he told the other guard to bring something in for her in Italian. The bodyguard immediately returned with a backpack and two katanas. “A gift from me to you, I’m supposed to keep it away for Alexa if she comes, but it looks like you need it more.”, Romano stated with a big smile on his face as he took the pack from the bodyguard and placed it in her hands.

I cut him off "Isabella? Her body is smoking hot. She's basically like my childhood sweetheart, best woman to fuck with on the planet, she sure knows how to ride in style.” “No, I meant…” I cut him off once more "Now, some people might find it weird that I love my bodyguard, but I do. I mean, she's — I mean, he's always been there for me since the beginning, her— I mean his mysterious vibe just turns me the hell on" He had enough "I don’t care about your love life Romeo.” Detective rolen groaned, slamming his fists on the table "I’m asking you about your wife, Camilla."

I was having an amazing time , when I suddenly saw something . I forgot to breathe for a second , and froze at my place when I saw some bodyguards. Not just any bodyguards, they have the mark of the infinite snake on their uniforms. They are the special guards that are trained specially and the only person who runs the company with them is one and only .......................... Dante Romano , these bodyguards work for him and the only explanation of why they are here is simple. They are here for me and just now they are coming towards me .

“Stay behind me.” Sabina’s laugh cut through everything—cold, delighted. “How romantic. The three big bad bodyguards coming to save their little virgin. Too bad you’re all too late.” She raised a small remote in her hand. The lights flickered wildly. Hidden panels in the walls slid open. More men poured in—reinforcements, heavier armor, bigger guns. The room was too small, too full of steam and blood and bodies. A bullet grazed Enzo’s arm, drawing a fresh line of red. He cursed but kept firing, moving closer to me.

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.

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.

she whispered, her ability to speak louder gone. “Perhaps you should take better care of yourself,” Kingston growled. She bristled and stood quickly, brushing past him as she stalked towards the door carrying her files. “I take care of myself, which is no concern of yours.” “I’m your bodyguard,” he insisted. “I’m supposed to see to your safety, Ma’am.” Romaine pushed the loose strands of hair from her face and whipped around to find him barely a foot from her, his neck red as his frame towered over her. God… those cheekbones and that jawline…

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.

"I don't fully understand what he said, but I admit I'm anxious about what he might do." Orion's lips found hers once more. "I'm here to protect you, baby girl. Your uncle won't harm you." Erin smiled, pressing her head against his chest. "I'm so grateful to you, Bodyguard O. I couldn't navigate this without your help." "We have to stop! Calling me 'Bodyguard O' made me hard. One last kiss, Miss Legs!" "I like that—Miss Legs," Erin muttered with a smile. "But I prefer calling you 'baby girl.'"