Game Bodyguard Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What’s a bodyguard, and why do we have them?” “Oh, good grief. Heath, did you say that now in front of Geoff?” Ivy rolled her eyes in frustration. “It’s too early on a Saturday morning for this. Geoff, your grandfather, your dad’s dad, went into business with the wrong people and now there’s all kinds of trouble with the police, the courts, and some terrible people that want to hurt your grandfather. Your dad must take precautions to make sure those bad people don’t try to hurt your grandfather by hurting any of us. A bodyguard is a person trained to keep a person from being kidnapped, hurt, or killed. They are security guards, but instead of protecting a place, it’s a person.” “We’re in da

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.

She was dressed in a white sleeveless knee length gown that accentuated her waist line. Lorenzo squinted his eyes. Viviana looked different from the one he used to know 6 years back, she was now all womanly and it felt awkward seeing her that way. She was standing at the car park on her silver wedge, smiling excessively. He walked towards her with his briefcase in his right hand and stopped when he got in front of her. Suddenly, she hugged him with a kiss on his cheek. Lorenzo was startled when the 5,5 ft lady's head touched his chest. He didn't see that coming. The wedge had only increased her height by a few inches but he was 6.2ft tall- tall enough for her to understand that she would nev

All black clothes, hard jaw, and darker eyes. “Oh. My. Fuck,” Gabriella half-whispers, half-gasps, clutching my arm like she’s about to faint. “Who is that?” “That’s Nico,” I say flatly, pretending not to be equally swooned. “My new personal bodyguard.” Gabriella looks at me like I’ve just said I own a castle. “You have a bodyguard now?” I nod. She glances back at him, jaw dropping slightly. “And why is he so freaking hot? Jesus Christ.”

Now, I sat with my friends who talked about less interesting things — a party at a new hotel, boys they've used or found disposable. He still watched, paying more attention to their conversation than I did. I glanced over at him taking in his looks. “Is he your bodyguard? I was wondering why he was standing there,” one of my friends, Rosie, said. I twirled my glass before taking a sip of my wine. I turned to face him. “He is. After my attack, Daddy swore to get me one,” I explained. The girls nodded, their faces awed at such greek- gods giving face.

She offered him something he can't reject, he needs a job and working for someone he loves would be a dream come true but he decided to turn her down, he doesn't want to look so easy. "I'm not interested, you can ask someone" He stood up and wanted to leave but She grabbed his hand. " I will pay you any amount you want, I just need you to be my bodyguard." She declared to him. She knows she was sounding so desperate but, she would do anything to keep him beside her, she wants to know more about him, she wants to know if he was sent by someone to ruin her. Tyler couldn't resist her, he has been job hunting for months and hasn't found one, he also wants to be beside her.

His scream had not even finished before his body was sent flying into the wall. The thug holding the dagger tried to attack again. Arka caught his wrist, and the dagger clattered onto the floor. The man's body was spun around before being hurled into two other thugs. All three crashed to the ground together. Arka was no longer holding back. He was no ordinary bodyguard anymore. He was the former combat commander of the Garuda Fang Unit. His movements were brutal, fast, and lethal. In less than a minute, every thug was lying on the ground.

“What’s up with you, man? You’ve been staring into space like someone stole your Lamborghini.” I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “My dad hired me a new bodyguard. It’s a girl.” Trent barked out a laugh so loud half the class turned around. “A girl? Bro, you? Mr. I bench press my problems? Is she hot at least?” “She’s not just hot,” I muttered. “She took out five armed guys in under ten seconds. Solo. Like it was nothing. The problem is… I think I’m falling for her.”

The new bodyguard was a woman. Jason didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "You've got to be kidding me." He looked from his grandmother's smiley face to the tomboy standing at attention like a soldier reporting for duty. "Her?" "Her name is Jenna Smith," Helena said. "And she comes highly recommended." "She could as well be one of my fitness coaches." "Fitness coaches don't have her training." Jason moved in a circle around Jenna slowly. She didn't flinch or move, she just stood still.

Ethan immediately stepped backward, his hand automatically grabbing Elias’s jacket to pull his brother into a safe position behind their mother’s legs, his eyes wide but alert while Elias just glared. Standing right in front of the gate was one of Daniel’s primary elite bodyguards—a hulking, six-foot-four man in a perfectly tailored, bulletproof black suit, wearing dark sunglasses despite the absolute lack of sun. His expression was completely unreadable, carved out of stone. “Good morning, Miss Irene,” the bodyguard said, his deep, booming voice cutting through the quiet morning air like a warning bell. Irene frowned, her initial shock quickly turning into sharp irritation as she took a ste