De Guardaespaldas Novels & Stories

said the guard with the red helmet . " That would be really nice ! " said the guard with a green helmet . " He is highly respected since he raised the financial statistics of his country . Some say that the actual king of Spain has left all the state affairs to him , meaning he is the king . After thedeal with our country , he will inherit the title of king . " said the guard with the red helmet .

She clicked her tongue, “They’re not just bodyguards, Maduzinha. They’re professionals. Disciplined. Coordinated. They even brought their own equipment, night vision stuff, radios, the whole thing. I’ve never seen anything like it outside of military or federal police.” I blinked, sitting up a little straighter on the couch, my half-finished breakfast forgotten, “They’re really that good?” I could hear her shifting on the other end of the line, probably pacing through the kitchen in her slippers, phone tucked between her shoulder and cheek. “They don’t smile,” she said, “They don’t talk much, either. They rotate every twelve hours without ever being told. One of them spotted that homem desgr

He shook the thought out of his head. Kimberly saw him watching —staring —but she didn't blink or turn away. She stared right back. He was very handsome. She thought. And boy, were his eyes eating her up. She could feel it from where she stood. And she was giving it right back. The helicopter landed. Before they could board, there was a yell from behind the house. Asher swore and turned in that direction. "Two guards" James said into his earpiece. "Son of a bitch. Early shift change. They just drove up. Paul, get down. On your left—"

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

His heart skipped a beat as his gaze landed on a distinct tattoo on one of the approaching men's arms. The tattoo showed the profile of a Holt's helmet, visor closed, exuding silent authority. Adorned with a laurel wreath and backed by crossed swords, it marked victory, readiness for battle, and strength. A roaring lion at the base signified unmatched power. This was no ordinary mark—it was the insignia of a Mafia King, a symbol feared in the criminal underworld. Recognizing its significance, the guard's voice wavered, "Drop your weapons!" His partner looked at him in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Alpha Anders and Alpha Duncan had oversight responsibilities of the compound, although the former Alphas Callan and Michael, since no longer acting as Alphas, were taking on a lot of responsibility to increase security at the compound. I started walking towards my cabin, passing by Adam, one of my other guardian wolves. Raina had explained that the guardian wolves can often pick up on where we are, something that is most useful for keeping the red wolves safe. Sometimes the guardian wolves will simply show up where we are, especially if we have left the main house on the compound or our own home. “Hey Coral. How is it going?” Adam said as he walked up. I shrugged, taking a deep breath. “It i

Still, something about being dismissed so thoroughly irritated Daveson more than it should have. The Cascade was the kind of establishment where the bartender knew your name and your usual order, where bottle service started at five hundred dollars, and where the city's elite came to be seen. Leonard was greeted with handshakes and nods as he moved through the crowd, a man clearly comfortable in his own sphere of influence. Daveson positioned himself near the entrance, scanning the crowd with the trained eye of someone who'd spent the last four years learning to identify threats. He was supposed to be a bodyguard and driver, but he was also supposed to be invisible. Background noise.

A new guard had been assigned to Serafina, a man named Alessandro, but known as Everest. He was a man of Salvatore's elite force, a small group of men specialized in certain fields and used for specialized means. They weren't often assigned to be bodyguards, but it seems Serafina was an exception. The first time she had met him, he hand introduced himself formally but then proceeded to surprise her with his words.

After everyone landed, they raised their weapons and quickly surrounded this place! These people were unlike those in green uniforms. They wore black combat uniforms and had armbands with the picture of a longsword as well as the word ‘Snapdragon’ written on them! They were Garth Santos’ personal guards! Snapdragons! They specialized in offshore activities! They were a mysterious combat squad! Generally speaking, they never appeared in public! However, this combat squad appeared today!

They were several men in black uniforms, heavily armed and geared with unfamiliar gadgets I have never seen before, not even on the cities I have been with Allyssa. “They were called ‘Dark Guards’ by their leader named General Jessie dela Cruz. They were an elite group of sharpshooters, although now, they were nothing but puppets under my spell. They were on their way to the port to dock a boat back to their country called Republic of Linusungan.”