Game Bodyguard Novels & Stories

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

A bodyguard frantically pulled the trigger at Harvey, but Harvey smashed right onto his chest with a cold expression, breaking all of his ribs. Without batting an eye, Harvey simultaneously grabbed onto the bodyguard’s hand and pulled the trigger on both sides. Bang bang! Two bodyguards who were rushing toward Harvey fell to the ground, paralyzed. The rest of them were horrified. They did not expect some conman to have the same strength as a God of War with years of battlefield experience. Not only was he extremely strong, his timing was just terrifying. Crack! Harvey casually broke the hand of the bodyguard in front of him before kicking him to the corner.

She praised with admiration, "You're so amazing, honey. The way you taught that guy a lesson earlier was too cool!" Feeling proud, Tommy replied, "Of course. How dare a man like him lay a finger on my girlfriend. I had to rough him up a little. I'm a trained fighter." Upon hearing that, the others asked what happened. Right as Tommy was exaggerating the story and boasting in front of them, someone swung the door open. Then, eight highly-trained bodyguards in black suits walked in, surrounding everyone. These bodyguards go through special training. Their actions were synchronized, and they exuded an extraordinary air.

“He quit ma’am, I don’t know why but he quit just yesterday, have mercy”. Lukas pleaded. “I’ll have mercy on one condition”. Gabby said. “Whatever you wish for, I swear on my soul, I’ll do it. “Whatever”. “Get up on your feet”. The bulky bodyguard got up on his feet ever so slowly. He looked so old and worn out as he stood like he'd been working for many years more than his age. “You may leave, when I need you, you be summoned, get out,” Gabby commanded.

Third person's POV The bodyguard moved with the speed and agility of a hunting cheetah, leaping over various obstacles on the rooftop, his hair whipping wildly in the fierce wind, and his clothes flapping loudly. His arms swung forcefully, each stride carrying a powerful impact, and just in the nick of time, he extended his thick, tightly muscled arm and grabbed Gloria's slender wrist with an iron grip. "Miss Bennett, please don't make things difficult for us. If anything happens to you, we won't be able to account for it to Alpha Leopold," the bodyguard said anxiously, his forehead veins bulging, and beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.

"It's just…it all seems so unreal to me. I mean, I design video games, for heaven's sake. Why do I need a bodyguard?" Grey looked at her, his expression both calm and confident. She could see why clients related to him. "You may not," he admitted. "But if people are messing with your stuff and following you home, not to mention letting air out of your tires, who knows what they'll do next? I promise you he won't get in your way. He'll—" "He?" she squeaked. And didn't she just sound like a stupid teenage virgin. "Don't you have, um, women agents?"

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

I am your bodyguard, she added, so yes. I scowled even more when I heard it and covered my mouth. "What?? The bodyguard's name is" Keven was the bodyguard Dad had lately recruited for me, as I recall, but maybe he's already gone? Huh? Why? I haven't done anything, but, oh! Maybe because I stated he was a thief, that's all that was left of the individual. There, exactly his opposite. "I assume that my Dad did not inform me again. Are you just now getting here? When was that?"

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