Her Protector Novels & Stories

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.

Kade said, pulling me onto his lap. I relaxed back into him because he knew what I was feeling even without me verbalizing it. I felt overwhelmed and completely out of my league with all of this. Thankfully, we knew someone who seemed to be perfect for that role. “He’ll definitely fucking succeed. Protectors are some of the most brutal fighters there are. They train from the time that they’re in diapers on how to hold and conduct themselves. They also have advanced knowledge on how to kill anything they fucking need to. The fact that he’s been keeping the bastards off your trail for the past two hundred years … fucking hell. I can’t wait to meet him,” Dante said with a big ass smirk.

My feet shuddered and for a moment of euphoria, I swore that the stones themselves commemorated the return of that lost soul. "I never thought that the gates of hell would be so unprotected," I spoke with a slightly debauched smile. My lips seemed extremely dry there, and I felt desperate for a sip of water as soon as I spent saliva to talk. Vraxlon didn't have any fun in his eyes when he spoke again. "And who said they are unprotected? "He indicated with a slight arch of eyebrows on my back, and as soon as I turned around, I choked. "This is your pet, Your Majesty. Cerberus, the protector of your gates.” Pet was kind. It was nice.

I had felt drawn to this idea as if it was something that I needed to do. Luckily, Dante mentioned that the Goddess Selene said that Jackson’s casting cloak could be used in astral form as well. That information reassured me and my mate as well. Ziyah introduced us to Lady Amaralyn Mazarine and Sir Daverly Velardi who were the representatives of the other Protector lines. I might have been fangirling a little bit because the three Protector lines were so fucking impressive. We were taught to respect them because it was their duty to protect others, such as their lineage title suggested.

I performed the ritual which I knew was forbidden, stopping its breath but it didn’t work on the beast who had performed a different ritual to block mine out. How did it know how to perform this? “What are you?” I asked, praying silently that the beast would be capable of intelligible conversations. “Her protector,” it said. “This might be my first time showing up but I can’t have anyone come forward to take her out. She is mine to protect. If you are a threat then you have no idea what I’m capable of.” This was a strange situation. Martha joined me again, panting as she was tired of being knocked out.

choose right. The building shudders as it fills with the sounds of the heavy footsteps of the protectors. They don’t need orders. Don’t need directions. But I still send one out fast through the mindlink. “The hunters with me are allies. Don’t touch them.” A pulse of acknowledgment fires back. One protector leaps over and crashes into a hunter trying to sneak up on Edwin. Another brushes past me, gives a slight nod, then dives straight into a wall of Pete’s men like it’s nothing.

I couldn't protect Friska, who had helped me and ensured the crazy man didn't catch Corvina. 'Lavanya! Please, wake up. You are fine now and forever. Tayron and Zion will protect you. Don't worry about anything.' My wolf screamed again. Tayron and Zion, they're going to protect me, but if they find out what happened to me while I was there. I was unsure and afraid they would throw me away. I'm a bitch. 'Lavanya. Please, you are not a bitch. Don't think of yourself like that.' My wolf was crying, and her voice was shaking violently.

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

“No. But I like him. His name is Gideon. Can he be my protector, please?” “Why not?” the woman said warmly. “He will be your protector.” Angela beamed. “Thank you, pretty angel.” The woman smiled and straightened. “Are you leaving?” Angela asked anxiously. “I must go. But I'm leaving your protector with you.” Angela’s smile faded. “But he doesn't like me. He hates me like everyone else. He won't save me.”