Handsome Bodyguard Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned around to see what was going on this morning, and there he was: a feast for my eyes and an added throb to my heartbeat, Eduardo! It had been about thirty-seven days since he had been working as my bodyguard. I still didn’t understand why I needed a bodyguard, but I was pleased to have him under my roof. He was not only charming but also very kind and lovely. He made my heart feel like cotton candy dipped in a glass of champagne and melted immediately. It was too hard for me not to bite him. As he was doing his morning workout on the sands of the coast, I made an exception to spare myself a little time that morning to enjoy the peep show. A white tank top perfectly wrapped aro

“No,” I admit. “I’m just waiting for the time he tells me to put you on the phone. He’s going to test me, and he’s going to test you, too.” He sighs again, looking away from me, toward the window. “Do you have any idea the kind of man he is? I mean, really?” “He’s rich, and he has a lot of bodyguards and stuff like that.” “Yeah. He needs bodyguards. Do you think…” He closes his eyes for a second before opening them again. “Do you think he does that because he’s paranoid or because there’s a reason for it?”

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

Warm blood splattered across the side of my face, carrying that sharp, unsettling smell of iron. He'd been shot. But he didn't make a sound, and the arm around me didn't so much as tremble. At the same time, by the faint moonlight coming through the windows, I caught sight of Julian nearby out of the corner of my eye. The instant the shots rang out, this man, who'd once sworn to protect me with his life, the Ward family's former head bodyguard, had thrown himself, on pure instinct, straight toward Amber. He'd pinned her body beneath his, and even after a stray round grazed his arm, slowing him down further, he never once let go of her.

the bodyguard explained. People's attention was on them, besides winning, their aura was different, they do not look like ordinary people especially Master Javen who stand tall, straight, dashingly handsome even in just a casual dress. Spectators could say they were very wealthy just looking at his wristwatch, Jade's diamond ring, and necklace, and most of all they could see they have bodyguards. "Wow! the girl is very lucky. She is gorgeous even her dress is simple," audience one.

She asked "where did you hear that? What the hell is going on?" He leaned in with a huge frown on his face "you disgusting bitch" "Seriously" He slowly stood up "did you really think that I wouldn't find out eventually? You really thought that I would be in the dark for so long huh?" He walked away from her "you're a devil Prisca. Come on,tell me about henry your second personal bodyguard. I heard he was gay and you basically raped him so he ran away from here. In short, tell me about about all 5 guards, drake included. I want to hear what you did to all of them.

"Y-you! Why are you here?!" I laugh as he looks flustered at seeing me again. "You shouldn't be so rude to someone who is willing to be your bullet proof shield." I understand now why this man would need a skilled bodyguard. With his arrogant rudeness and temper, it's no wonder he would be making enemies every time he breathes. "What? You're actually the one Hans sent?! I told him to send me a professional bodyguard, not a thug." He says angrily. "Please keep your voices down." A waiter says as he passes.

The flight attendant asked, chuckling softly. “Teavana Tea,” I replied, biting into the cheese. After placing the cup on the table, she rolled the trolley away, and I focused back on the laptop screen. “Atlas Sharpe’s bodyguard recently died in a tragic accident. He is in search of a new guard, and your task is to get the position.” I said out loud, feeling annoyed. 'I'm not a babysitter, I'm an assassin, why would the organization want me to protect some rich jerk.' I thought, pressing my fingers against my lips.

He looked more like a former California surfer than a professional bodyguard. He said, “Call me Greg. I’m here to help. This is Arron and Liam. They’ll alternate the off hour shifts.” Arron was taller than the others, with a shaved head and a thick neck like a line-backer. Liam had trim brown hair and a stylish unshaven look that brought out his hazel eyes. He was leaner than Arron, but no less intimidating. I removed my hand from the sidearm. I wasn’t sure I wanted them following me around.

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant and a retired special force soldier, Felix Cashmere. He darted ahead and sent the men around me flying.