Finding My Bodyguard Book Novels & Stories

Five years of martial arts training, a black belt in Taekwondo, and so many other skills, but it was the note from her very recent instructor in Karate, that had apparently done the trick this time. "Jenna Smith is the most dangerous woman I've ever trained." "I... got the job?" Jenna asked. "Yes you have," the voice confirmed. "Report to the Creed mansion tomorrow at 8 AM. When you arrive, ask for Kai." The line went dead. Jenna stared at her phone for a long moment. This is it, she thought. This was the breakthrough she had been hoping and praying to get. A real bodyguard job, one even better than the security firms she had applied to which could give her a bigger paycheck – enough to keep

CHAPTER 12 THE DEAD WITNESS Elena’s POV “They found another body.” The bodyguard’s words made my heart stop and Damien’s face became serious. “Where?” “The east garden.” “Who found him?” “Two guards during their search.” Damien nodded. “Take me there.” The bodyguard looked at Damien’s bandaged shoulder. “Boss, you’re injured.” “I said take me there.” “Yes, Boss.” He turned to leave and Damien looked at me. “You’re coming with me.”

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

She asked immediately as she stepped closer to him. “You know each other?!” “You’re the client?!” Jenna and Nimi asked simultaneously and consecutively as they both turned to Annabeth. Nimi exhaled deeply as he took his weight off the car and walked closer to them. “Remember I told you Jenna is my boss?!” “Well, I’m actually her bodyguard” he added. Annabeth’s eyes went wide immediately as her jaw dropped, but she was able to control herself quickly and masked it up with a small smile.

I said. “Then why?” Because I can’t afford to lose you. The thought came uninvited, sharp and immediate, but I swallowed it before it could reach my lips. I shouldn’t catch myself saying that now, should I? “Because someone is targeting you,” I said instead. “And until I know who, I’m not taking chances.” He held my gaze, searching, weighing. “That’s the bodyguard talking,” he said. I tilted my head slightly. “Does it matter which part of me is saying it?”

Followed by their other friends and a few new faces. “I must be dreaming.” He groaned in disbelief. “I know I am fine and all, but to dream of me? Really?” That is all the bodyguard needed to confirm his buddy was truly there, and he wasn't just seeing his own things. That obnoxious tone he never thought he would miss. “Goddamned it!” He growled, finally letting his guard down. His friends had ceased his captors' weapon. Stepping forward, Bich reached to drag his friend off the floor.

As a matter of factly, there wasn’t anything that he’d do for me that could bring me joy apart from divorcing me, and sadly, there was nothing like divorce in the life of a Made man, only death. “Close your eyes,” He passed a quick command and I obeyed. Trustingly, I let him hold my hand and lead me wherever he wanted until an order came for me to open my eyes. Feeling jittery and spooked, I opened my eyes gradually, my heart racing faster than ever before and when my eyes were completely opened to the surprise in front of me I let out an exasperated gasp. Alessio cut in before I could say anything. “I knew you’d be surprised and happy to have a bodyguard that will keep you from harm. I alwa

A lady stepped out of the room. “What’s going on here?” Her eyes widened at the sight of two grown men sprawled on the floor. “Hello, my name’s Enzo; I’m the CEO’s new bodyguard.” I extended my hand for a handshake, introducing myself calmly to the frightened dark-haired lady.

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

My heart raced as I braced myself, closing my eyes instinctively, waiting for his hand to make contact. But instead of the expected sting of his touch, I felt nothing and I opened my eyes to see one of the bodyguards holding his arm tightly, preventing him from advancing any further. The tension in the air was palpable, and I felt a flicker of relief mixed with fear. "Back off," the bodyguard said, his voice low and dangerous. I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. Alex's face twisted in anger and frustration, but he was held firmly in place. The bodyguard’s presence reminded me that I was no longer alone, that I had people who would protect me.