Handsome Bodyguard Novels & Stories

In her words. “Give him your body, fuck him. I don’t care, if that’s what would take him to give you money. I can not be poor again.” His name is Thomas. He is strong, tall, very muscular like a bodybuilder and he’s half white, half Mexican. I love his accent the most. I had kept his number in case I had someone who needed a bodyguard. Well now I need one, because I’m about to turn everyone's life upside down and they won’t even see it coming.

"We've been kidnapped?" "Yes." "Who are they after? You or me?" she asked. "I'm not sure," Noah replied, his voice deep and his tone grave. "But what is certain is that they are not ordinary people." Noah’s bodyguard was a retiree of special forces, and under normal circumstances, dealing with five or six thugs posed no problem. However, when he found the bodyguard, he was covered in injuries, each one potentially fatal. The assailant had displayed an alarming level of ruthlessness and precision, indicating a background in professional training.

Blair and I watched him roam around the apartment and once he was out of sight, she whispered to me, "Is it just me or does your bodyguard look very… hot? I let out a scandalized gasp and rolled my eyes, but I could not deny that she was right. A warmth crept up my cheeks as Blair's observation hit me. Hot? Perhaps "intimidatingly handsome" would be a more accurate description. Gage wasn't your typical Hollywood heartthrob with tousled hair and a dazzling smile. He was built like a brick wall, his broad shoulders filling out the security uniform with ease. His buzz cut revealed a strong jawline, a hint of stubble adding a touch of ruggedness. The startling blue eyes, the ones that had initia

Bianca's POV I stood face to face with my new bodyguard. His looks were charming and alarming. His dark brown hair was styled neatly with a few strands falling over his forehead. He had chiseled good looks, sharp jawlines and deep grey eyes that could leave any woman hypnotized. And even though he wore some sort of rigid and unrelenting expression on his face, I thought he still looked dreamy. Was this guy a bodyguard or a hot male model?

He held onto the bow tightly, ensuring it wouldn't fall off. He must have drawn the worst style. Maddy's jaw dropped. "Fuck." Seth laughed awkwardly and walked with more stiffness compared to the other guys. Lennox and I both looked away from him at the same time. My head was spinning. I handed Lennox my mug. "Take a sip." "The youngest bodyguard is a lovely Gemini and a vegetarian," Willow narrated. "He's Brazilian-American, a former pro-boxer, and Davin's little brother. You'd want to introduce this hunk to your parents."

I should be but I wasn’t. Yeah, it was my first day at work as the personal bodyguard to the famous New York’s most handsome young CEO. As the elevator moved, I braced myself up to face my soon to be boss who was none other than Ryan Robin Anderson. He was popularly called RRA. Classic, huh? I stepped out of the elevation as it stopped. “Hi,” I looked up to see a middle aged man. “You must be the new bodyguard.” He said. I nodded with a smile.

I received it in haste and i dash into the airport. I started to look around for anyone suspicious , anyone who might be the rightful owner of the bag. " Hi " I heard behind me and i whirled around to see a white handsome guy with a long hair which he pack in a ponytail. No doubt he was into something illegal because his face looks like those of the criminals in the movies i usually watch Back home ,he has a scar on his forehead. Subtracting the scar he would have been the most handsome man i have ever seen in Louisiana.

“This doesn’t mean I’m yielding.” Kane’s mouth curved in that small, dangerous smile. “Your body already has. The rest of you is catching up.” He didn’t pull away. Instead, he stepped closer, their chests brushing. The scent of leather and raw alpha strength enveloped Sebastian completely. “When your heat finally breaks through, I’ll be here. Not as your bodyguard. As what you need.”

“Anya, tell me. After all these years, do you still bear feelings for me? Do you still see me as a man and not just bodyguard? I want you to tell me the truth. You can say anything you desire, because you are Anya and Anya is special to me. I won’t get mad or upset with anything you say, as long as you’re with me, I can tolerate anything, like I always do all these years.” The mixture of his words and his warm breathing sent shiver down her spine. She did not know what was happening to her but she could feel herself flushing under his dominating behavior. He easily towered over her when he wanted to yet remained under her leash, while she was much more fragile yet fierce at the same time. Th

He smiled at the sight of one- the first gun he had ever held. "To not kill is to be killed "- he muttered silently. That line was his life principle. He had a strong survival instinct which made him very fierce with a touch of dangerous. He hardly ever hesitated to shoot when he wanted to, neither did he ever defy any of the orders he had been given from up above. He was always ready to prove his loyalty to the mafia any day and anytime. The mafia was all he had- his life, as he would usually say. They found him in an abandoned village when he was just 10 years old and took him in.