Female Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Then, he showed something on his laptop. “Belinda Jay….the real name of her is Angelic Belinda Jayne. She is working as a model at the age of 28, before that she was working for female guarding training, such like female body guard for female members of the royal families and female celebrities.” He paused, grinned as they watched the video on the screen about Belinda Jay. On the video, Belinda Jay was practicing her skill in martial arts.

The colour in her face has returned and instead of fear, she stares at me in awe. "Wow, how did you do that?" She asks as I hold a hand out to her. "It's nothing. I'm actually a bodyguard so I'm used to thugs like them. Next time, make sure you bring something to protect yourself with." I say gently as she stands up. "I'm Ciarra." She smiles. Now that I can see her properly, she is beautiful. Her brown bambi eyes glow in the dark and she has long wavy black hair which I feel a little envy over.

The girl look intently at him from the top of his head to the tip of his toes and smiled seductively as she traced Marcus' right cheekbone with the tip of her long manicured nails. “Let me make you happy” She whispered in his ear. Marcus carefully removed her hand from his face and shifted. “I am really sorry milady but I am here to work not to mingle or make friends. The girl slouched and took a step backwards as she sipped from her bottle of champagne. “What kind of work?” “I am a bodyguard,” Marcus said firmly raising his head and shoulder higher. “What?!” The girl exclaimed more in disappointment than in shock. “Who would want to turn a fine man like you into a bodyguard? I would rather

I nodded, inhaling deeply to catch my breath. "I met her. I talked to her. She was accommodating, friendly, and easy to talk to. The only problem was her bodyguard, who doubled as her father. He was all over the place, angry that I was talking to her. I only tried to maintain the composite inside her office so as not to look like a coward. I was sure that he was ready to make me look like a child."

I immediately moved my hand away, my chest heaving with the exertion and the thrill of being in here, alone with him, away from all the titles and ranks that divided us. "I knew you would stop," he whispered, his voice low. It was the voice he used whenever he was alone with me, and hell, it confused me and gave me hope at the same time. He took a step forward. "Preparing for the ball?" I swallowed hard. "I am a bodyguard. The Alpha’s bodyguard. I am not to be concerned with finding romance." His eyes met mine. "I saw your eyes earlier. It twitched a little once my mate was mentioned. Would it be too much work to protect two people?"

She did not seem to be a fan of the idea of having a bodyguard. "A bodyguard?" Aubrey repeated the thought that ran through her head. "Isn't it too much? You're way more famous than I am, yet you don't have a bodyguard." "Who said that? I do have a bodyguard, bodyguards to be exact, but I sometimes like to be by myself. Plus, I'm a big guy, Bree. I can handle myself. No offence, but you can easily get hurt," he told her and for a second she looked offended, "Calm the feminist inside of you, I don't mean to insult you, I'm just stating the obvious." Jordan's bluntness was taking over him and he didn't know how to have control over himself. He was right to a huge extent though. Aubrey's petite

Tyson walked into the hanger, “I’m sorry about your girl,” “Yeah.” “Who’s the guy with the note and what does it mean?” “He wanted me to know he took her.” “Who’s the bodyguard?” “I am. I’m her bodyguard.” Tyson sighed, “Bodyguard? I thought you said that was your girlfriend.” “She is. But I’m also her bodyguard. I thought she would be safe down here. That’s why we’re here.” “I’m not understanding. Why does she need a bodyguard? Who the hell is she?”

She gave him one more smile before leaving. As Sharlynn prepared to exit, Andriano called out to one of the guards. "Make sure you keep her at a safe distance. Don't let her feel intimidated, but don't let anyone approach her without our knowledge," Andriano instructed firmly. "Yes, sir," the bodyguard replied, nodding understandingly before following Sharlynn from a distance, ensuring she was safe without feeling overwhelmed. Sharlynn stepped lightly out of the Del Vecchio mansion, feeling slightly relieved but burdened by this new reality.

I mentally sigh, because it appears he's quite popular with ladies even here at home. And one of them is giggling nonstop. "Oh, they are super strong! Do you have a girlfriend, Red?" She rubs my bodyguard's biceps, and he pulls out uncomfortably. But he doesn't move. I huff quietly in a seemingly annoyed disposition. My fresh perfume is strong enough to announce my presence, so they all turn around. "Um, ma'am, I—" The giggling maid stutters. Jane? Lucy? I can't remember her name but I think I'm going to when I get to hear it this time. And blonde? Wonderful. Are they his type? Curiosity blooms inside me.

My entire body stiffened on hearing those words. “Mom and dad really outdid themselves this time.” She appeared Infront of me, shoving me roughly against the car in a space of seconds. Pain shot through my sides and a small wince fell from my lips. She went ahead to pin me by the chest to the car. Her blue eyes were a contrast to mine. Icy. Emotionless. Cruel. “What the hell!” My bodyguard, whose name I couldn't remember, exclaimed. “Get your hands off…”