Game Protect The President Novels & Stories

He is too proud to hand it over and let his legacy live in his daughter. Should I truly take the life of a man that is nothing but a coward? There is no fucking way I am dropping this gun. So with what seems like it is almost an inch of a second, I have my free hand firmly wrapped around the barrel of Vic’s of his gun, which is trembling somewhat out of control. It only takes me one snap of his wrist, and I have him disarmed. He jumps back in complete shock, and there is a horror that creeps into his eyes. His bodyguards step even closer, but I am not yet done. With only in an arm’s length, I press the tip of the barrel against his forehead.

Shook the gun. "Kill him!" the Vice President screamed to the guards. "Kill the mistake. I will handle the girl myself!" Sarah just hissed, "Not today, Benson." She did not look up from her screen. Her fingers moved fast typing commands into the computer. Mayas body lay still on the sand. The cable was still connected to the port behind her ear. Then a big wave of light shot out from the satellite dish. It hit the guards and the Vice President. The mans gun flew into the sand dunes.

Dominic had been so unyielding that even as they left, he had not mentioned giving them the antidote. Now, suddenly, he sent a bodyguard with it? It smelled like a trap. Seeing that the car door remained closed and Nash had not responded, the bodyguard added in a low voice, "Third Prince, the whole world is watching the President right now. If he intended to harm you, he would’ve done so in Salterra, and it wouldn’t be just me standing here. "If you’re unsure, you can have the antidote tested," the bodyguard continued, noting their hesitation.

Her face heated when the memory flashed in her mind. “Good morning, Mr Lopes. My name is Isaiah Wilson, part-owner of Global Security, and this is Palmer Burris. He’ll be one of the bodyguards charged to protect your daughter.” Palmer gave a curt nod; his hands clasped behind him. Hearing the news that Palmer–the man she had earth shattering sex with last night–was now her bodyguard, Natalie’s knees nearly buckled under her. She faltered to the nearest lounge sofa and plunked down. Her eyes finding refuge in the scene of high-rise buildings, their windows reflecting the morning sun.

Before I could get to the girls rogues poured out of the bush to attack us but they were no match for elite soldiers like us. To prevent trouble, four golden wolf soldiers guarded the president's family. They killed rogues that went near the cars with so much ease that I almost laughed at how much we were underestimated. When we had killed all the rogues, I breathed a sigh of relief but I remembered that Maureen said the fake soldiers would be there. Where were they?

It's my phone, and I decide what to do with it," she insisted. Derek approached the girl and smirked, reminding her of the law President Axel had enacted last year. "Anyone who records or takes pictures of him without his consent will be..." he started to say. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the girl acquiesced, promptly deleting the video. "Is it not just a video? Why so serious? Is he a demigod?" she scoffed, walking away. ***

Alex Roberts had done everything for Emma Richard and Keira, but had to suffer alone. Eric Chan was already aggrieved for him, so he said, "Dean Wright said the president needs to recuperate, and if it gets any worse, he'll have to go abroad for treatment." Dean Wright's name was naturally known to Joe Wright, and he had a rough idea of Alex Roberts' condition in his mind. "This is your emergency PR?" He scanned the open file on his desk. Eric Chan nodded: "Preliminary plan, still need to be finalized by the president."

“Oh, I called in a helper. I wanted to clear things up today—dragging it out is just annoying.” “Oh? I’m curious—was your helper Dr. Philip from last time? Or did you manage to get Mr. Elsher himself?” The president kept smiling. “Too bad… I doubt either of them had time to come.” Briella tilted her head. “How can you be so sure they didn’t?” The president raised a hand, and the people behind him lifted their guns, aiming at Briella. “Because I planted spies beside both of them! Hahaha...” Suddenly, the president stiffened.

"Your father is being protected. The president assigned him a bodyguard to ensure his safety." Sherly's eyes widened in surprise at George's words, a flicker of hope brightening the edges of her anxiety. "He did. Will that be enough?" she asked, her voice trembling with relief. George nodded, his expression grave. "Yes, he did, and it is indeed enough. And not only that, but your father is also being protected by the president's words and power," he explained, his tone firm. "Joseph may be dangerous, but your father is not alone. The president is taking this threat seriously, and he won't let anything happen to him."

the president said, relief flickering across his features. “You can count on it,” I replied, guiding Gabriel toward the door despite his obvious reluctance. We maintained professional silence until reaching Gabriel’s car. Only after the privacy partition rose between us and the driver did Gabriel explode. “Have you lost your mind?” he demanded. “We just surrendered everything we’ve worked for!” “We extracted ourselves from a carefully constructed trap,” I corrected, settling into the plush seating. “The president isn’t our adversary here, Gabriel. He’s another victim of blackmail.”