Bodyguard Seduction Cast Mga Nobela at Kwento

SELENA'S P.O.V I took a long bath alone this time, my eyes closed, my palms pressed against the cold glass of the cubicle. The necklace sat on my neck, and I could almost feel his breath against my lips, my skin, my body. My eyes closed tighter as my mind drifted to Amanda. Could it be that Alpha Cole could feel the fatherly bond too? I stepped out, then grabbed a pair of dark leggings and tanktop, closer to what I used to wear back then when I was just a bodyguard with a hopeless crush. I put my hair up in a high ponytail, then wore the clothes and turned to the mirror.

Elena used it to its full potential: spinning the man, locking both arms behind his back, driving him into the wall before his brain could process the direction of the attack. Fifteen seconds. Clean. She melted back into the shadow before the drift of smoke had time to shift and reveal her position. ✘ ✘ ✘ Across the room, Suede Brown—in a sage-green gown, a silk ribbon in her hair, wearing the expression of a socialite who had wandered into a war zone—was putting on a performance that completely betrayed her appearance. Ferrantelli’s third bodyguard, a man whose neck circumference rivaled the girth of an adult’s thigh, bore down on her with full aggression. Suede stepped back once, letti

The bodyguard in Black said respectfully, "Miss Cecy, the BOSS is waiting for you outside." "BOSS?" Snow Cecy wanted to ask, who is your BOSS? She wanted to stand up, but she had no strength at all. Finally, the bodyguards in black helped her out. Those kidnappers had been arrested. Leyi followed her out. Seeing that Snow Cecy got on a Bentley, she immediately scolded with jealousy, "this bitch. Who did she seduce again?" "Miss, watch your mouth!" The bodyguard in black shouted when he heard this.

She was utterly shocked! "Who is this man, Sav?" her aunt asked seriously. By the sound of her voice, she didn't like what her bodyguard did. But she couldn't answer her! Her hand stiffened, her mind focused on what Ace had just done. And even though her bodyguard already let go of her hand, her heart continued to beat rapidly. "I'm sorry for my action, Madam Mathilda. I am Ma'am Savannah's bodyguard. It's my job to ensure her safety in everything. Even in the food served in front of her."

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

In the afternoon, Cindy left the apartment in a fancy dress. She seemed to be talking to someone through the phone, and she sounded chirpy. A black car stopped in front of her, and two bodyguards in black suits got out of the car. “Are you Ms. Benette?” Cindy was stunned. She raised her guard and asked, “You are—” “Our madam wishes to see you.” The bodyguards opened the door, and the alarm in her head blared. Just when she turned around, Saydie suddenly appeared behind her, grabbed her hair, and dragged her into the car.

the bodyguard summarized. Thinking to himself, “That expression on your face says it all. Were you the one who instructed Eric to kidnap Secretary Woods?” Hathaway was extremely shocked. She truly had no idea about this. The person she had hired to find a hitman on the black market hadn't returned yet! Eric... "I really had no knowledge of this!" Hathaway's face turned pale, and she looked like she could faint at any moment. "How is Secretary Woods? Is she still alive?"

Estella’s eyes went wide, and Eileen’s face turned a brilliant shade of red. Enraged, Eileen lunged toward Aubrey, but she was stopped mid-air. The bodyguard in the foyer moved with blinding speed, catching Eileen by the arm and holding her firm. “How dare you touch me!” Eileen screamed, struggling against his grip. “Let go of my daughter!” Estella shrieked. The bodyguard didn't flinch. He looked toward Aubrey, his expression neutral, silently waiting for her command on whether to release the woman or keep her restrained. Aubrey met his gaze and gave a small, weary nod.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

“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.