Finding My Bodyguard Book Novels & Stories

When will he stop making me feel like I’m about to melt into a pool of just pure embarrassment. I never had a man say those things to me. Before I became the bodyguard, I had a boyfriend – Henry. He was a really sweet and nice guy. But he never made me feel things the way Julian did and it made me crave him more and more. Before I reached the door, he grabbed my hand and placed another kiss on my knuckles. “I know you don’t get the chance to… but I think you look beautiful in dresses.” I walked to my room smiling and clutching his shirt. Julian Anderson. I think I might like you a lot.

She found the strapping man crouching down, aligning his body with Sharlynn's. “GO!” the girl shouted violently, roughly shaking off the man's hand that touched hers. "Miss, it's me. Richie,” the man said. Hearing a name she was very familiar with, Sharlynn stared intently at the man before her. Although vaguely accompanied by a throbbing head, she still remembered the face of the handsome man she only knew as a bodyguard for her uncle's family. “Richie! Richie! Take me away!” Sharlynn cried hysterically as she began to recognize the man's voice and face. She framed Richie's face and burst into tears.

“Same,” I said and took the hand he stretched. We were friends, kind of. I mean we could have been best friends if only I knew how to stay in contact with people. I stood up and so did he. He led me to the door of his office. My ‘bodyguards’ stood up as soon as they saw me. “Are you okay?” They chorused. “Yeah, they definitely don’t look like they want to hurt you. Where did you find them though? I need to find one of those.”

I cast them a sidelong glance—cold, dismissive—before bending down to snatch my bag from the dusty floor, the scrape of the zipper slicing through the silence. "Boss, what... what about us...?" I arched a brow, lips pursed. "Well, you're coming with me. You work for me now." ****** My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step echoing with purpose. My newly acquired bodyguard trailed beside me, his presence as out of place as it was necessary. I didn’t pause until I reached the reception desk, standing tall, eyes locked on the trembling woman behind it. "Where is Felix Sterling?" I asked, voice calm but firm. "I heard he’s hosting a meeting. I’m not about to wander around this

She wasn’t dreaming, Julian had finally come for her. “How did you get injured?” she asked him after she’d gain some sort of control over her own thundering heart. She lightly touched the cast as Julian continued to hold her close with his free hand. “Remember how I told you that I have another mission left ‘till I become CEO of the Turner Security?” Julian asked. Sia nodded, her face pressed to his chest. “That’s what kept me from you for so long: my last mission as one of the company’s bodyguards. But it turns out, there were a few Mafia thugs involved, hence the wounds and the broken arm.

“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

Even the guards around him were staring at each other as they watched these dead corpses on the ground. Back to the house, they were searching on every corner just to be able to find her. However, she was nowhere to be seen. Anton was starting to become suspicious if he had hidden her anywhere, then when he was not looking, he heard the sound of a gun-shot and one of his man had been shot right in the head. Anton and the only living bodyguard who was by his side started to point their gun but before long the guard was once again shot dead. It was like a mass murder within an hour. Probably one of the craziest thing Anton had ever seen. When it was just him left, suddenly Alexander came out o

But no sooner had my fingers grazed the rough leather when a dull thud shot through my chest, knocking the breath out of me right where I sat. My hands dropped to my side, the book slid off the shelf and landed on the floor and I suddenly fell to my side with my eyes wide while I struggled to breathe. Somehow I passed out and I don’t know how long I laid there wondering if I was dead but when I blinked again I wasn’t alone anymore. There in front of me was someone on his knees replacing the book into its rightful place on the shelf. Then he turned to me and his face came into view. I couldn’t help but groan inwardly. Fuck my life. It was redhead Colin.

Look who found me. Standing in my office,impossibly, absurdly,was the very man I’d been trying not to think about every damn night for weeks. My hot stranger. Except now he wasn’t a stranger at all. “This is Ethan Pierce,” Aiden said, dropping lazily onto the couch across from me, like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in my life. “Your new bodyguard.” My insides were doing things I would never have admitted out loud. I was so close to laughing at the universe for its twisted sense of humor.

“I’ll let you know when you’re needed.” There was something I was forgetting. Between balancing my duties with the FBI, lecturing half-awake students on existential dread as a philosophy professor, and orchestrating the slow collapse of the De Lucas, details occasionally slipped. Rarely, but it happened. Then I saw him. The bodyguard. He stepped into frame, broad and alert, scanning the room with the kind of awareness that irritated me. And just like that, what I forgot came rushing back like a storm.. I reached for my phone.