Game Protect The President Novels & Stories

"It's important, Hills. Please, just give me a few minutes of your time. I promise I won't take long." Reluctance still clinging to his thoughts, Hills weighed his options. After a moment of contemplation, he made a decision. "Fine," he said, his voice reflecting his compromise. "I'll call my guards and ask them to let you in. But make it quick. I don't have all day." With that, Hills disconnected the call and quickly dialed the number of his head security guard. He instructed them to allow Martina inside the house, emphasizing the importance of ensuring her safety.

But I was sure he was talking to himself. Jarren carried me into the medical room and lay me gently on the bed. Hollie and Reid were pushing different machines closer to the bed. Once that was done, she grabbed a purple hospital gown and brought it to the bed before turning to Jarren. “I think you need to go with Reid. You need to get your shot.” She told him. “I just got my shot three days ago.” He retorted. “Where you’re going, you’ll need all of your self-control.” She informed it.

After hearing what Eliza said, Shedrick was dumbfounded. “Do you mean President Jewell climbed the wall of your house, got injured from the animal trap, and was sent to the hospital?” “I didn’t mean for him to get hurt. As you know, given my popularity, there’ll usually be haters harassing me, like the last time those haters ruined my car. I’m doing this to protect myself. Who knew President Jewell… would be so lawless?”

The employees, the security guards, of the bank came running to check the commotions as well as the president of the City Bank Rock City branch. Gerald Green, the president of the city bank was shocked to see his Director sprawled on the floor. He turned to the guards and ordered them. "Quick! Restrain those two!" The security guards dashed forward holding out their electric batons and closed in on Jae and Hazel. However, Jae simply glared at the president coldly. "You have the guts Mr. President! Mr. President come here I have a special surprised for you!" As he get out his phone from his pocket to make a call.

Then he turned his head around to the students who passed by with a glance. “Join the club that holds the players of the basketball team's future!” he yelled out. His voice was starting to shrink onto a worm because his mind was yielding a shield to protect what was left behind of his energy. ———- Josh chugged the water down his throat. The coolness spread in his throat, and they turned out to be the ones who shielded a hex in his skin, defending him from sweat. “Mr. President, you don't want to eat?” Tristan said. In his other hand, a sandwich was trapped against his grip, trying to persuade Josh out.

People passed by, cars moved, life went on— Normal. So normal it almost felt unfamiliar. “You’ve checked outside six times already,” Sarah said, narrowing her eyes at me. I blinked. “Have I?” “Yes.” She leaned forward. “Don’t tell me—President Vale has installed invisible bodyguards now.” I hesitated. “…Not invisible.” Her mouth dropped open. “You’re serious?” “Two,” I admitted. “Minimal distance.” “Roselyn!” she whisper-yelled. “That’s not normal!” “I know.”

If everyone on Earth knew about the War happening in the galaxy people would join up to fight. "Our special forces may be small...but they aren't weak," Jia says proudly, and I glance at her. She looks personally offended by Zalu's statements. "If the government shared the fact that you all exist, brave men would volunteer, especially men from the states," Krystal says, and Zalu smiles before shrugging. "I can't break policy, and the governments on our planets can't either. It's a breach of the Harvest Treaty," Zalu says, and the waiting Kea clears her throat loudly.

“What’s going to happen?” “He’ll probably be here for a few days, and then my parents will take him home and try to get him into rehab again. This is another reason why I didn’t bring him up, Quinn,” Archer says, and the emotion in his voice kills me. “This happens over and over, and this won’t be the last time.” The microwave beeps in the background. “Anyway, I looked up robot fights while I was waiting and I have to say it’s pretty fucking cool.” “It is! Careful you don’t get sucked in. You’ll start watching a fight or two here and there and then it becomes your life and you’re under-the-table funding lasers to go on your team’s robot.”

“Exactly. So be good little guards and fetch us food. I want steak. Medium rare. And wine. Lots of it.” I could feel the vein in my temple throbbing. This was beyond babysitting now. This was humiliation. My President told me to protect them. Not to indulge them. Not to let them take command of my men, my mission. But Alex’s warning echoed again in my head: No harm must come to the my sister. Do the right thing. I wanted to scream. Instead, I turned to my men. “Get them food.” They moved quickly. Too quickly. Like they wanted out of the room before the tension snapped.