Novel & Cerita Her Seven Little Bodyguards

"Park a little further away from their car to avoid the cameras. Mr. and Mrs. Reeves must avoid the cameras." "What's a sasaeng? They're just a bunch of girls who want to meet their idols. Why do they have to have so many bodyguards?" Elena felt dizzy at the sight of so many bodyguards from Security Black filling the courtyard of the building. It was like a squad of soldiers going to war.

But already judging from the way he was beating around the bush that she was definitely, just as he said, not going to like what she was about to hear. "This is Asher Adams" her father said finally. "He's going to be your bodyguard from now on. Kimberly's eyes widened in disbelief. The water she had just swallowed went down the wrong pipe and she began to choke. She started to cough and it took some seconds to finally calm her down.

Black straightened his face and said, "Okay. Because you already have a lover, and your lover is very good at sexual intercourse, so you insult us." "When there's a problem with Rayy, don't look for us." Bass and Hugo nodded their heads simultaneously. Barcode rolled his eyes lazily. * The sound of footsteps was heard. Little Ron and Little Ce who saw the figure of their favorite bodyguard immediately shouted, "Uncle bodyguard." Hugo, Barcode, Bass and Black knew that they were in trouble. 'Both Little Masters are full of food, time to do something weird.' was what the four bodyguards were thinking.

She gazed at Shelly and asked, "Are you serious?" Without hesitation, she raised her hand, summoning a group of bodyguards to surround them. The imposing bodyguards encircled Shelly and Luna.

She would endure any humiliation, any trial, as long as it kept Emily, Ella, Kenzo and Kelvin safe from the Williams family's darkness. The bodyguard opened the door to Mr. Drew's room. Brandy's heart stopped. She looked back one last time, hoping for a miracle that didn't come. She was alone in Elite City, fighting a war she never chose, with four little lives—Emily, Ella, Kenzo and Kelvin—hanging in the balance.

“If you do not want to eat then fine. I’ll tell your dad what you did. But for now, I’ll leave you two here, so please do not make another scene! God!” The woman then marches away quickly and leaves the kids with some men in a suit that Cath guesses are their guards, or perhaps the woman herself. Cath’s deduction from the way she observes the woman down from her shoes, dress, jewelry, and bag. “I hate you!” The little girl screams towards the bodyguards which confirms Cath’s deduction. “The stepmother to be bodyguards,” Cath whispers, thinking about it like that. Just then, she notices the tears that are streaming down the girl’s eyes. With the little boy coming close and somehow comforting

She starts wiping the counter as her eyes wonder over my shoulder. “Miss Anderson?” A youthful voice says behind me. “Yes.” I reply spinning around to see who it belong to. “I’m Geon, your new bodyguard.” He sounds so formal but its hard to take him serious, he doesn’t look the part at all. Standing at an average height, his lithe frame exudes a graceful aura, accentuated by his impeccable sense of style. His ebony locks, styled in various fashion and framing his face that mirrors the delicate beauty of a porcelain doll. Deep, almond-shaped eyes that shimmer with a hidden galaxy of emotions, reflecting his passion for live.

Atlas warned them. "You should be a suspect since you have a pistol with you," the bodyguard told him. "I have watched you be a troublesome man. I swear, if she is nowhere to be found, I will shoot you to pieces; none of your bones or skin will be recognized." Isabella, the same bodyguard, pointed the gun at Atlas. "You will do nothing," Atlas answered him. "I think you have forgotten in a hurry that I am from a royal home. I belong to royalty," Atlas answered.

Countless well-trained bodyguards dressed in black suits stormed the Stone residence, surrounding John, Nancy, and Belinda at top speed. The lead bodyguard stepped forward and slapped Belinda hard across the face. "Shut up! Do you even know who you're talking to, you evil woman? The man standing before you isn't some ordinary steward—he's Wilson Quill, the sole heir to Quill Group!"

[Arella] I watch as, one by one, shadows begin to shift. Silent. Calculated. 1… 2… 3… By the time I finish counting, seven more men emerge from the darkness, their movements crisp, their presence suffocating. They wear gear similar to Zach’s, but their aura? Different. Powerful. Dangerous. Lethal. Seven plus Zach makes eight. This must be the elite bodyguards Lincoln mentioned. Ava stirs in the car, the slight movement catching my eye. She tries to poke her head outside, curiosity flickering in her expression.