Game Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Jody said in growing wary, looking around him. Andrio laughed, "You just realized it now. Gardner?" "You ...." "Immobilize him!" Andrio ordered. Jody Gardner was immediately under attack from various directions. He was one of the agile bodyguards in the past, facing sudden attacks was not a difficulty for him. However, at this time there were quite a lot of people attacking him. Of course he was overwhelmed. And so, he was taken down in just about twenty minutes. "Tie him up!" Andrio commanded again.

I said in a raspy voice. Sheba shook her head and sighed. “Jane, you have to be really careful. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing,” she warned me. I nodded and tried to lighten the mood. “That’s right. I probably need a bodyguard for this one,” I joked. Sheba smiled and winked at me. “Landry would make a fine bodyguard, don’t you think?” she teased. I bit my lip and felt a flutter in my stomach. Landry was attractive, but he was also trouble. “Yeah, but Landry is a certified boxer and has absolutely no degree in bodyguarding!” I said, making up a word.

Yet, her one kick was so powerful that it knocked the six-foot-tall, 220-pound burly bodyguard onto the ground. Meanwhile, Quinn continued to prop her head on one arm while leaning lazily against the couch's armrest. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders. Every strand sat so perfectly that it was as though she wasn't the one who had kicked the bodyguard over. Sprawled on the ground, the head bodyguard massaged his chest, which burned with pain. He could tell that Quinn had fighting experience. However, he didn't mind ganging up on one person for money. He said to one of the other bodyguards, "Let's attack together."

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

Jules bellowed, wiping the last remnants of the liquid from his eyelids. ‎One of the recovered bodyguards pivoted sharply, his hand shooting out to lock onto Maureen's shoulder. Before his fingers could even brush her dress, a towering figure materialized out of the flashing neon lights. A pale, powerful hand cut through the air, seizing the bodyguard's wrist and executing a brutal, bone-snapping twist. ‎The security guard, easily standing at a commanding 180 cm and weighing near two hundred pounds, was slammed hard against the floorboards in a fraction of a second.

The other guy, fiercely, snarled: "Wait! Do you guys know who this guy is? If you dare to say your names, tomorrow he will find Someone to judge you and your mother!" Mira Aura smiled coldly and said softly, "It seems you still don't know what's wrong." She stood up and whispered into the bodyguard's ear to warn her about something. The bodyguard respectfully nodded and approached the man lying on the ground, smiling coldly at him. In the blink of an eye, the bodyguards aggressively kicked the infamous guy's crotch. One pedal... Two pedals... Three pedals... The bodyguards in groups took turns kicking him. Like that, out of ten bodyguards, each could kick seven or eight times. At first, the

Verss fell onto the soft sofa with Gale's hands on both of them, both frozen for a moment. "Ehh" Gale holds Verss body on the couch. At least he wasn't hurt, but, he couldn't move much now, his heart was beating so fast, he could hear it quite clearly. "Dug dug dug dug" Verss swallowed hard. His personal gigantic bodyguard's body was so heavy, how long would he press him there on his top? What was he thinking? "Eh Gale, you, heavy" Gale gets up quickly. Damn, he cursed in his heart, what has he done?

The bodyguard immediately looked at the person in front of him as a sick person. "Hey buddy, this isn't an entertainment district, it's okay to joke around!" Guardian cold voice. Tadhg Walter turned to look at him. "Are you saying that I'm not qualified to meet him!?" Looking at Tadhg Walter is still very arbitrary, the bodyguard are afraid that he is really acquainted with Egbert Leon, which is troublesome. Finally said. "But how do I know if you're telling the truth or not? If you're a bad person and want to go into the True Fire Cult to make a mess, I can't bear the consequences as a bodyguard."

I called out in a whisper. “It’s Stefano Morello to you, Signora,” he said, cutting me short. “Let’s learn to respect our boundaries. I am your bodyguard. That is the only relationship that exists between us. Fucking you is not part of my job description and it will not become part of it no matter how many times you look at me like that. I suggest you go back to bed. As you can see I’m not dead.” He turned away without another glance and returned to the chair facing the monitors as if I had already left the room. The dismissal broke my heart more than Michael’s words could ever.