Bucky X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

“I want the platform protected. No takedown. No scare. I want this book to live.” Luca nodded once. “Then we protect the book like we protect the boy.” Outside, the city stayed ignorant. Inside, the threat changed shape. They had failed to leak my medical record. So now they were coming for my story. —End Chapter 27

Bucky lamented that he was not born with two extra legs so that he could run faster. Thankfully, he had managed to use Adrian as a shield. Otherwise, he would be dead by now. Touching the bruises on his neck, Bucky shivered in pain. When he tried to sneak into the yard, he ran into Adrian and quickly lowered his head. "Why are you only coming in now?” Adrian asked. Bucky replied, "I was chatting with Hendrick. He's a gossipy fellow and refused to let me go until he finished. Do you need me for something, sir?"

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I nodded my head before I picked up a piece for myself and sliding it over my head, the only difference with mine was it had metal shoulder pads with small spikes at the top of them. I looked over at Jakobe who had picked up a loose fitting front piece, "I will add a fire shield around you as well, it will be super thing so it is not detected." Alley said, looking at the three of us. "You already know my shield protects from dark magic so Penny won't be able to use a spell or anything against you." Stephen added. "Please come back safely." Jackson said, kissing my forehead sending butterflies straight to my stomach. I knew the sun would be setting soon so we all made our way back up to the l

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

The confused look on Christian’s face didn’t fade as he continued, "If we wanted to check in and have access to you we would’ve just left you in the cell." I tried to think of as many points as I could to counter that and save myself some face but I couldn’t, and a flush of embarrassment raised in my cheeks. Taking pity on me, Christian placed a hand over mine and closed my fist around the key, offering me some sort of comfort and trust, "I know that Jackson has not been particularly warm towards you," it took me a moment to realise he’d used the alpha’s name without his title, "but he is not Fredrick. You’re not just being kept here despite what it may feel like, but we are also protecting

” “I don’t care what method she uses, my only request is only two things: One, prove that I did not interfere in the relationship between Bucky and Maddy. Two, prove that the comic was not created by me, and keep the author’s information confidential.” After speaking, Alina turned to look at Mr. Quitman: “Mr. Quitman, are my two requests too much?” After such a noisy scene, Alina’s request was indeed not too much. Mr. Quitman had no way to criticize Alina; he looked at Alina and solemnly promised: “Miss Alina, rest assured, we will fulfill your two requests, but this matter…”

Oh now I’m falling. Except I don’t end up falling. I’m being held by my very good looking, and now that I’m in his arms, very fit professor. He’s looking so worried and I keep trying to breathe because he shouldn’t be worried. He’s saying things to me. I can’t hear him. I slowly pass out. ----- “I’ll be there by the hour. Take care of things till I get there.” What…? I’m in what looks to be a room. And was that Mr Winston?

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

Garry Duncan coldly replied, “I don’t know anyone by the name of Commander Blake. “I only know that someone gave me fifteen million dollars and asked me to protect someone in Mordu. “Are you that person?” After a long silence, Yvonne Xavier then replied, “Yes, that would be me.” “Right, then come down here to see me. But I have to warn you. I don’t protect people that I can’t stand looking at.” “I, Garry Duncan, only protect people that I look up to.”