Game Bodyguard Novels & Stories

said the bodyguard in black coldly. Hand over what? XXX

Giana squeaks. “I said go ahead. Call your father, but I can’t be touched.” He says, dropping his smirk. Giana blinks at him a few times, looking like she doesn’t know what to say. Instead, she huffs and turns on her heels to storm off to the other side of the room. The strange guy takes a seat next to me like he belongs here. “Um, who are you?” I ask him. “I’m your bodyguard. I was supposed to stay hidden and not interrupt your day, but if my boss knew someone laid a hand on you and I didn’t step in, then I would get my ass kicked.” He says all of that with a completely straight face.

the bodyguard explained. "Then go tell him that if he doesn't clear the area, we'll call the police! When the police arrive, let's see if the gym is going to be seen in a positive or negative light!" Melanie frowned as she gave instructions. "Yes!" The Frost family’s bodyguards went to handle it immediately. Worried that the presence of the police would affect the gym's business, soon, the gym staff began to guide the customers to leave and blocked off the boxing area. Melanie watched the two immature men who occasionally fell to the ground. She kicked off her high heels decisively and climbed into the ring.

Rest now, sleep tight my love. Thandi read the message and threw her phone on the floor. S’bu had a nerve to call her “his love”, why can’t he just leave her alone? The following day the bodyguard was outside Thandi’s home waiting to take her to school. Good morning Miss Dlamini, I’m Gama your bodyguard. You can call me G, he said respectfully. G was a highly skilled bodyguard who had been with JJL for almost ten years. He took his job seriously and had never failed.

I ducked under a swinging punch and countered with a precise elbow strike to his sternum. He grunted, as the air was forced out of his lungs. Despite the pain, he refused to back down. He launched a series of rapid punches, aiming to overwhelm me with his force. But I am well-versed in self-defense, and dodged the onslaught. My strategy was clear—I would rely on my agility and speed to outmaneuver the guard. With every punch and kick the bodyguard threw, I evaded, parried, and retaliated with calculated precision. My strikes were sharp, aiming at every opening and weakness.

Running in this kind of Terrain certainly wasn't difficult for people like them. When you decide to become a bodyguard. They are used to training their physical abilities by running and going up and down stairs. Not to mention lifting weights and other physical exercises. Running a half mile is a small thing. While several other bodyguards were seen taking turns walking briskly while carrying Tuan Young's body behind them. Luckily Mr Young has such loyal bodyguards. At least now he can be calmer when walking without other distractions. Even so, his body is no longer young and can still feel pain in his chest. Also, the pain in the knee joint is unavoidable. Now three of his running bodyguard

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.

“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.”

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

I wished him that. Through all this distraction I forgot about my bodyguard’s eyes on me. They were still sticking onto my figure, following my every movement, no matter how small they were, he had everything in view. I sensed that his gaze maybe was even a bit too intense to be considered as normal for his position as “just” my bodyguard.