Game Bodyguard Novels & Stories

One of the bodyguards reached out to grab Wilbur's shoulder while the other one threw a punch at Wilbur's stomach. If either attack were to connect, even someone of peak Ambience level would be immediately disarmed and incapacitated. Demi said nothing, watching on coldly. Wilbur sneered. He did not seem to be channeling any spiritual energy at all. What he did was raise his leg and make a sharp kick at the bodyguard aiming for his stomach. A sharp howl rang through the air as he raised his leg, coming from the speed of the kick piercing through the air. The bodyguard's attack barely made contact with Wilbur's body before he was sent flying into the air.

NOTICE: BOOK FOR OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!! Contains Triggers! The Bodyguard is the first book in the “Project Guardian of the Phoenix” series. HOT book prohibited for minors, with scenes of explicit sex, physical and psychological violence and profanity. Despite being a story of love and overcoming, this book contains triggers. ️ Good reading!!! Hello dear reader! This is the first book in the series. Leave suggestions and the evaluation so I can get to know a little about you. At the end of reading, tell me which characters you would like to have your story.

"I can't wait to see him. It's been forever. I have a softball game tonight, so we can go get our stuff settled before coming back over. Do you want to follow me so you can make sure no one is following us?" Madden nodded his head, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Sammy said he has a roommate that staying in his spare bedroom while he's away. His name is Remy or something." I cringed. "Oh great. Is that going to mess everything up?" "It shouldn't. Sammy said he works at a boxing gym, and is gone a lot. But I think we should play it cool. He can't know I'm your bodyguard."

It seemed that the one inside the room must come from a significant background. The bodyguards looked miffed when Kayson went over. They had just taken care of a man named Gabriel. Why was there another one now? The bodyguard who hit Gabriel earlier yelled impatiently, “Stop!” Kayson glanced at him and asked, “Is Gabriel Bayfield inside?” “You’re the Mr. Yarde that Gabriel’s mentioned?” The bodyguard was taken aback.

smile. "Of course, we do I just want to hear it from you. Imagine my surprise when the one and only Damon Williams takecare his bodyguard even tried to kill some small girl, the badass leader who can't live without his feamale bodygurd. I was wondering if the world was ending then." Damon chuck again. "Yea that small girl who basically try to kill me." The bastard had to be enjoying this and it shows.

“My bodyguard “ The word tasted funny on my tongue. Because I just called the man I crave for his touch day in and day out my bodyguard. He didn’t respond and for a moment I thought he didn’t hear. Then “You're what “ “ My bodyguard. His name is Killian” “ Why the hell do you need a bodyguard? Thought you said you left home because you said you wanted to be free and live a simple life.” I picked on my red nails “ It's a long story, Jordan. I’ll explain when we meet.” “ Where are you? Are you safe? What exactly is going on” the questions kept coming in. “I am ok. Just send me an address of a discreet place in town, let's meet” I said. Yes, I know it is risky to go out but I just couldn’t sit

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?

“I’m frightened too. I don’t know who’s still out there, or what they want, or how much of my own life has been shaped by hands I never saw. But I know this. I know what it feels like when you hold my hand like this. I know that’s mine. That’s not anyone’s plan but our own.” He was quiet for a long moment, and then, slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me with something steadier than fear. “I want to make you a promise,” he said. “Not the kind soldiers make. Not duty. Something that’s just mine to give.” “Okay.” “Whatever comes next — the Architect, my father, Marcus’s father, whoever else is still hiding somewhere in all of this — I’m not doing it as your bodyguard anymore. I’m doing it

I gesture to my abs, flexing them on purpose, "Make you uncomfortable?" "It makes you stand out like a sore thumb," he says, unimpressed. "This is an investigation, not a jaunt to an orgy. Cover up. And stay within five feet of me. No tricks." I sigh dramatically, pulling on the green cashmere tunic Kieran had sent. It’s ridiculously soft. "Relax, Captain. You can watch my ass all you want, I don't mind. Happy to give you a show. Besides, you're my bodyguard. I feel incredibly safe. Do you attend many orgies?"

“You work here too?” “Yeah.” He’d jammed his fists into his jeans pockets. Fuck, his hand was tingling from even that minute contact with her soft skin. “I bounce.” “Curtis is one of your personal bodyguards,” Aidan had explained smoothly, knowing full well that conversation wasn’t Curtis’ strong suit. “His job is to watch your back, keep you safe.” Tessa had nodded, gazing up at him, taking in his broad shoulders and rippling arm muscles. “I can see that.”