Padme Body Double Novels & Stories

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

“Yeah. I’ll ask Zachary tonight.” Serenity had mentioned it to Zachary before, but as she did not have a suspect in mind and Zachary paid no attention to other women, she stopped thinking about it. To her surprise, she saw the woman who felt like Carrie again. Since she now had a suspect, it made things much easier. “But I think it might not be Carrie.” Jasmine said, “People with similar figures and voices aren’t uncommon. Seren, do you still remember when Ms. Daniels found a body double for Zachary? His side profile looked a little like Zachary's and had a similar physique.

I paid no attention to him when he appeared and fastened my Chopard wristwatch, on his left wrist. I ignored him as thoughts of Tarami occupied my mind. My invisible double soon walked towards the ‘portrait’ with only a white singlet and purple boxer shorts on his body and the wristwatch. He picked up the katana, took one look around the bedroom and headed for the ‘portrait.’

I wished him that. Through all this distraction I forgot about my bodyguard’s eyes on me. They were still sticking onto my figure, following my every movement, no matter how small they were, he had everything in view. I sensed that his gaze maybe was even a bit too intense to be considered as normal for his position as “just” my bodyguard.

she said and this made him panic a little bit. Jason was a little bit skeptical about what Brenda was saying, because he knew drake and based on their last encounter,he looked okay. Well apart from the fact that he was sacked from being Prisca's bodyguard and transferred ,he seemed fine and so he had no idea what Brenda was talking about.

He had a good grip on his pistol as he positioned his upper body in great stance and got in on fast accurate shots. Glasses break continuously. In one sway, Brett’s mini blades killed three guys who were about to attack. While Adam’s in charge of defense, Brett ruled the close combats. They are the best combination – the formidable fighters. But that was only in their human forms. Without showing who they really are, no one was able to defeat them. Until seconds later, the customers inside the illegal gambling place escaped away. When everything scattered, two men swift their enemies. "Everyone is running away," Brett chuckled while catching his breath. “Does it mean we can change our appear

I knock once, and the door opens just enough for August to pull me inside the room. And on his bed is Padma. She’s still conscious, but barely so. She’s crying profusely, looking at August and me desperately as she raises her hands and shows me what’s going on. Black veins on her hands, spreading all the way up to her neck. They’re still thin. Barely a trace of it in there. But I know that when it reaches her face, it’s over. Padma has been poisoned. And as opposed to the guard who died, I know for sure that she hasn’t been anywhere outside.

I laughed, “That is something she would do too.” Then grandpa made a suggestion that made us all do a double take, “If this goes well, why don’t we make you her permanent body double? That is, if you agree to it.” I asked, “Would she have to live with us? I mean we do have that huge guest house that she could stay in.” She asked, “What, exactly, would be my job description?” Grandpa explained, “You would go with Adele everywhere she goes, acting like her, talking like her, and walking like her… just not at the same time. That feeling of being copied is just annoying. That way, it’s a toss up on which princess they are getting.” I added, “You could be her permanent bodyguard.” Zach added, “At

“Dude, do you realize that you raised a fucking badass real-life Black Widow, Sarah Conor, Lara Croft action heroine?” “I’m aware.” Dad nodded. “No. You don’t get it, Mister Yashida…er, I guess it’s Kinsley. But you don’t get it. She burst into the room. Daytime stripper tried to open her mouth, and bam, something shot out from Hana’s wrist and right between the stripper’s eyes.” Pamela poked her forehead.

As she swirled her drink absentmindedly, lost in thoughts about what made these people so effortlessly confident, a soft but pointed voice broke through her daze. "So… are you close friends with Reiner, or…?" Elise flinched. Her eyes snapped to the woman standing beside her—Padma, looking like a living marble statue in her sleek black dress. Her hair was immaculately styled, a delicate diamond necklace adorning her slender neck. "I…" She hesitated, unsure how to explain her presence here. Padma raised an eyebrow, as if growing impatient with the lack of response. "Huh. But that seems… unlikely."