Hot Bodyguard Novels & Stories

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

She thinks about resisting, but with the job at stake she lets it happen, much to her regret as the bodyguard apparently was suped up with some bio mod or inner exosuit as it felt like being hit by a truck. “Hands on the car” she immediately complies as he checks her for weapons. “Armed” the bodyguard says as he flashes Sol’s .45 to the client. Sol, gets a closer look at the lady under the floating umbrella, she was short haired, brown skinned and had considerably less external implants than the one she contacted.

Jules bellowed, wiping the last remnants of the liquid from his eyelids. ‎One of the recovered bodyguards pivoted sharply, his hand shooting out to lock onto Maureen's shoulder. Before his fingers could even brush her dress, a towering figure materialized out of the flashing neon lights. A pale, powerful hand cut through the air, seizing the bodyguard's wrist and executing a brutal, bone-snapping twist. ‎The security guard, easily standing at a commanding 180 cm and weighing near two hundred pounds, was slammed hard against the floorboards in a fraction of a second.

Chapter 1: The Safehouse The black SUV sped through the dark streets of the city. Bullets had stopped flying but my heart still slammed against my ribs. I sat in the back seat pressed low while my new bodyguard drove like the devil himself chased us. His name was Marco. Ex-military, built like a wall, with cold eyes and a jaw that never seemed to relax. My father, the boss of the family, had assigned him to me after the last attempt on my life. "Keep my son breathing," Dad had ordered. "No matter what it takes."

Simple. The next morning, Kieran showed up at Sinclair Corporation headquarters fifteen minutes early, dressed in his usual black tactical gear with his dark hair pulled back tight. The building was a massive glass and steel tower that probably cost more than Kieran would make in his entire lifetime. Security at the front desk looked him over with barely concealed disdain when he said he was there to see Elliot Sinclair. "You're the new bodyguard?" one of them asked, a smug beta who clearly thought this was hilarious. "Aren't you a little... small?"

“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

The only thing that makes me know he actually comes back is the way I wake up in the room—tucked into bed, properly covered, changed into one of his shirts. That… always makes my chest feel warm. But it’s not enough. “I’m BOREDDDD!!!” I huffed, dragging out the word as I sipped the warm coffee my private bodyguard—assigned by Matvei—had given me. I scrunched my face, my eyes drifting toward her again. I still don’t understand why my bodyguard is a woman. She’s too quiet. Too cold. It’s… scary. At least she could try to be a little chatty. She’s as beautiful as her name sounds, but she doesn’t act like it at all. She just stands there, watching everything like a machine.

Yet he could still feel that cold-hearted gaze as if it was trying was ripped him; Jefferson got goosebumps; it was cold as if he were in the pouring rain without an umbrella, letting his body get soaked by the rain and the wild blowing wind. Jefferson breathed a sigh of relief as Homer turned to look at the participant beside him. He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath since Homer stared at him. "I'll repeat it, just in case anyone doesn't know about this recruitment yet. Homer and I are looking for a tough bodyguard. He will be our personal bodyguard. He will go wherever we go. We are looking for someone ready to do anything. Ready to devote himself, a loyal follower."

Nova “Who’s this?” Colby asked when he opened his front door, giving my new bodyguard a distrusting once over. “Colby,” I said, smiling with annoyance, “friend and swimmer extraordinaire, meet Zane, one of two new bodyguards Mr. Dominic is forcing me to keep around because he doesn’t believe that Lila’s vision was just a nightmare.” Colby raised his eyebrows, glancing between us. He stayed firmly planted in the doorway, not letting us in quite yet. “What if I don’t allow him in my house?”

said Charlie, patting Matteo on the shoulder. Matteo nodded, then stood up, walked over to Luna, and took the bag she was carrying; Matteo was truly fulfilling his role as a bodyguard. Luna couldn’t help but ask what made Matteo so respected by everyone at Magnolia Spring Resort—even his boss hadn’t reported him to security when he’d attacked Adrian in the meeting room. “Why do you seem so close to the staff at my workplace?” Luna asked as she got into the car. “I’m not entirely sure myself, Luna. While I was waiting for you by the car, that man named Charlie suddenly called me over and offered me a cup of coffee,” said Matteo as he started the car’s engine. “Hah, I didn’t expect to be treat