Her Seven Little Bodyguards Novels & Stories

“Hi, I’m Irene. Divorced for two years now. No kids.” I feel it immediately,building inside me. That sharp, unwelcome curl of something possessive deep in my chest. Dante glances at me briefly, just long enough for me to catch it, before returning his attention to her. “Dante,” he says, his tone smooth but controlled. “Personal bodyguard to Miss Gina.” There is a certain firmness in his voice, something deliberate, and I find myself oddly relieved that he is not playing along with her flirting. Miss Gina. Not Mrs. Washington. I have no idea why that small detail matters to me as much as it does, but it does.

What did Julian even do wrong, trying to save the woman he loves? [Typical cold-blooded heiress. So what if the files were confidential? Is that worth someone's hand?] [Run, Julian! A viper like her doesn't deserve your loyalty. Go to Amber — she's the one who can actually save you!] "Celeste Ward! Have you lost your mind!" Julian roared, disbelieving. But he had no room left to fight back. Busy shielding Amber, hands and feet tangled up in protecting her, he went down in under three exchanges, pinned to his knees by two of the Guard.

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.

Noah asked. She looked at me and something in her eyes changed, like she had an idea. "I'll stop ditching security if I can pick my bodyguard." she blurted, crossing her arms. Mitch looked at her and chuckled, "You want to pick your own bodyguard?" "Yes." "If I let you pick your own guard then will you stop running off?" "Maybe. Guess you'll have to wait and see." "O, this is no laughing matter. Your safety is of the utmost importance." Oliver interrupted.

But I'm just a bodyguard doing it's job' He sighed and nodded, the girl bid her goodbyes and left him walking over to Miles. “God you're so handsome Mr. Pierce" one of the girls squealed. 'Well Damn' "I know right," Wyatt agreed. Wilder looked at Malik making sure he wasn't crowded but Malik was already staring at him. He walked over to him squeezing himself through the girls "are you alright sir?" He asked, Malik nodded grabbing one of the fans phones and taking a quick picture of them both. “Is he your bodyguard?" She asked pointing at Wilder, Taehyung nodded and passed the phone back to her "yup, his name is Mr. Thompson, everyone say good morning Mr. Thompson"

She was dressed in a white sleeveless knee length gown that accentuated her waist line. Lorenzo squinted his eyes. Viviana looked different from the one he used to know 6 years back, she was now all womanly and it felt awkward seeing her that way. She was standing at the car park on her silver wedge, smiling excessively. He walked towards her with his briefcase in his right hand and stopped when he got in front of her. Suddenly, she hugged him with a kiss on his cheek. Lorenzo was startled when the 5,5 ft lady's head touched his chest. He didn't see that coming. The wedge had only increased her height by a few inches but he was 6.2ft tall- tall enough for her to understand that she would nev

He marched straight toward her. Mateo ordered his bodyguard, "Take him out!" The bodyguard stepped forward to block Henry. "Be careful!" Sheena cried out. She knew that the bodyguard was highly skilled and that the Newmans had many martial arts experts. That bodyguard had even stopped her from committing suicide a moment ago.

She also had her very helpful escape route that leads from her balcony to over the wall without being caught by security. When she opened her door she saw her new bodyguard standing on the opposite wall. He was standing straight up and looking right at her. Aurora would be lying if she said he wasn't attractive. He was built and had long black hair that was tied back into a bun. He was chiseled, had stubble, and nice full lips. She also would be lying if she said she liked him. With a strong glare, she walked out of her room and went to the kitchen to look for some painkillers. He followed her.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

"So what do you think I should do here?" "Just stay here, I am just thinking for your safety." I took a deep breath. "And then what happens next? It is like I'm imprisoned again." My lips pouted and I heard him sighed. "Fine—" "Oh my! Is it true? Thank you—" "The8 and Seven will act as your personal bodyguards if you need to go outdoors," he sternly warned. "And you can't stay away from me if it is necessary."