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.

Jillie I sat in the front row with Jarren and about fifteen guards surrounding us. It was the first time we’d ever had to have protection around us, other than our royal wedding. Well, it was the first time that I could actually see them. Jarren informed me that they were there every time we went out or I went out without him and other people around. It was cold in the building, and even with all of the people surrounding me, it was still freezing, probably because their body temperatures were in the fifties.

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.

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.

"There have been reports of more attacks of the T-Rex robots on the people of Canada, which leaves one wondering, what is the government doing in regards to the situation" the reporter stated. "I believe you know where our deal stands Mr. President?" Leo stated after switching off the television. He had appeared in his office at the early hours of the morning in hope of finding the president. "This agenda is beyond anything you and your stupid administration can stop. Thus you will appear before the national television, inform the people of how much work is being done to stop it and then leave the press to their assumptions" Leo explained to the man who was glued to his seat ever since Leo e

"I like your dynamism. Okay, finish your last stretch. Your desires. I always satisfy the ambitious." The secretary turned her back, grinning. Lac Hong Hao put his hand on the screen. His hand shaped like a gun, the direction of the gun pointed towards the secretary. Suddenly, Lac Hong Hao let out a voice. "Plain." His hand lifted. He withdrew his hand. “Did you predict the outcome again?” Phedra Elizabeth was surprised. Phedra Elizabeth opened her eyes wide enjoying the actions of her comrades-in-arms. “Too predictable.” "President Paul won't keep a game that knows too much."

Noticing Noah throwing him a concerned glance, he raised a questioning brow at his bodyguard, "What is it this time?" Noah returned his gaze to the windshield, his eyes on the high gates the car faced, "For someone who has a meeting with the candidate of the opposition party, you look dressed to kill, Boss" His slight glare fell back on the president, "You know you can't take out Alessandro, least not now," The President shrugged before pulling out a small knife hidden between the jogger and his waist and threw it on the headboard of the car before relaxing back in his seat, "I promise you that wasn't for Alessandro. I incidentally had it in there."