My Bodyguard Trailer Novels & Stories

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

For some reason, he was glad that the resemblance ended there. Leonard looked closely at their new “bodyguard” as his mother showed him around. He knew the situation was serious, more than his mother let him believe. Someone was after them or, more precisely, his mother. He took his time assessing Julian Turner. The man was built like a tank, and that gave him assurance that no one would get to his mother as long as Julian was around.

They got to the car, and made their way inside it, their bodyguards were there to protect them, and the driver drove off. Tristan pulled her into his arms, not letting her go, he's addicted to this woman's body.

She looked for her best friend in her pink princess bedroom and she found her behind those boxes sticking some sort of notes on each paper bag. “Hey girl!” Trina said, greeting her best friend with a hug. “You know, I will never get used to these creepy bodyguards. They give me goosebumps every time,” she stated. Bridgette hugged her back and sighed. “I know. I hate seeing them here too. I feel like I’m in some sort of prison.” Trina began helping Bridgette pack. She starts with arranging the scattered school supplies by item. “Why do you have bodyguards anyway? Dad is also a businessman, but he never needed one. He only has his trusted driver, Chester.”

It was just him and this big trailer which seems to have targeted him on the ground hoping to kill him. He knew that the moment this trailer runs over him, he'll be dead. His boss' child will be dead and he'll never let that happen. Within five seconds, he speeds the car and runs over the Bush. At the end, the trailer ended up passing without hitting the car but a little scratch sound was heard the moment the driver sped away like someone they were chasing. The bodyguard runs over the bush and the car ends up smacking.

A white Car drove past them and stopped in front of them. "Your ride is here, the mafia awaits your return." Sergio said. Lorenzo opened the door of the car and stepped inside. He took one last look at the DeVille building anticipating his return. Soon, his eyes met those of Viviana which seemed teary. She had stood close to the pillars far away from being noticed. She stood there helplessly watching the vehicle pass by her until the contact their eyes made was slowly severed. * * * * "Did you make sure to bug his new line?" Marco said to a young man who was one of the mafia soldiers.

Before I could leave the building, I saw Tris walking quickly toward me. He hurriedly intercepted me when he saw me rushing out. "Don't panic, Madam. I've looked into it. Miss Ava is still at the kindergarten, and nothing has happened. It’s a trap!" I stopped in my tracks, unable to believe what Tris was saying. "What do you mean?" "I just confirmed it with the kindergarten. Miss Ava is perfectly fine!" Tris said earnestly. I scrutinized his expression. He didn't seem to be lying. Tris understood my suspicion and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Atlas has arranged for professional female bodyguards to protect Miss Ava in case of emergencies during this time. When Carol called me, I immediately veri

'I don't think I'll be able to make it back. At that moment, Tara sent another message. "Odell, this event is perfect for relaxation." Odell replied, "Yeah." Tara asked, "Then, will you accompany Sylvia there?" He typed, "We'll see." He put away his phone, took out another cigarette, and placed it between his lips. Before long, another message popped up on his phone. It was from the bodyguard he arranged to take care of and monitor Tara in Lake Victoria Villa. The bodyguard would report to him Tara's behavior every week. This time, the bodyguard reported on what she did for the past week as usual.

“Who the fuck are you exactly?” I extracted my wrist and clasped both hands loosely in front of me. The smile I had given her in the rain-soaked bar was nowhere on my face. “I’m here to do my job, Ms. De Luca,” I replied in an icy tone. “You cannot take this job.” She jabbed a finger into my chest. “Tell my brother and father that you are not available. You cannot be my bodyguard. Do you hear me? I will not have this. I hate this entire idea already. I will be damned if I let a man who knows what I taste and feel like be my bodyguard.”

“He will be fine. He’ll stay at my estate until Miguel is brought to heel.” Chadwick’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. “And if you don't want your precious mate suffering from severe bond withdrawal,” she added, turning her wheelchair toward her armored SUV, “you had better pack your bags and move into my estate by tomorrow morning.” I looked back and forth between the two of them. Immediately four massive bodyguards moved into position. Two of them carefully lifted her into the plush back seat of the bulletproof SUV, while another held the heavy rear door open for me.