Professional Body Double Novel Novels & Stories

"To be the bodyguard for the president's daughter!" Being back on duty as a bodyguard inevitably reminded Evander of Elena. Only this time, the client was of a higher caliber. In Evander's opinion, his new assignment was no joke, to be the bodyguard for Catherine Azalea, the twenty-five-year-old daughter of the president. She was a professional model but kept her identity as the daughter of the country's number one a secret. For some reason, she needed a reliable bodyguard. Apart from her true identity, Cathy, as she was called, also frequently received threats from people envious of her popularity, as well as from an obsessed stalker. It wasn't uncommon for the girl to require a police esco

They don't give up at all, just because to get it informed, they willingly crammed into each other and pushing the body and body squeezed. Nova's big hand pulls Liana's hand out of there. Supposedly at a time like this, it's a secretary who protects her boss. But now the boss is protecting the secretary. "Aw...." Liana hisses in pain. Nova's head turned back after hearing Liana's voice. He immediately approaches Liana, looking worried at Liana. "Are you okay?" asked Nova, unexpectedly a journalist deliberately pushing Liana from the crowd. Not only Liana is a pushed body, but Nova is also a pushed body.

“You’re going to have to do better than a cheap resurrection act if you want me to believe the man who bled out in a burning office ten years ago is currently standing on my pier.” I didn't lower the Glock. My arm was a steel beam, ignoring the residual tremors from Julianna Vane’s sedative. My vision was sharp now, cutting through the morning mist to dissect the figure leaning against the black sedan. He looked like a ghost that had spent a decade eating shadows. The silver hair was new, but the way he carried his shoulders... the arrogant tilt of his head... it was a blueprint I had studied since I was twenty.

She feared the fact that she couldn’t unravel the secret of that body-thieving, body-transfer, or whatnot; it would mean that she’d just be stuck to what and who she was, accursed. Shaking her head, she focused back on the sheaf of specialized paper. Unlike the first page, the second page was a lot more interesting. This time it had no picture, though the semi-transparent maples were still falling from behind the medium-sized letters that ought to have narrated the school’s history—basing, of course, at the headline emblazoned with gold.

NO ONE ASKED BY QUINTUS NOONE The framework of this novel is factual. However, my cast of characters and some of their adventures are all purely imaginary. Quintus Noone September 2021 This book is inspired by true events, where names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. LIST OF CHARACTERS Quintus Noone…………………………………………. Retired MI5 agent Blanche Bradbury…………………………………… Home Office Pathologist Inspector Brooks…………………………………….. Metropolitan Police

In the following days, unknown to Asher and Isabella, numerous private detectives were training their every move and reporting back to Lucas who couldn't help but feel something was off with Asher, though nothing incriminating had been found to prove his theory. The guy was clean. Too clean. And someone like that always has something to hide in his opinion. So, when he decided to call the bodyguard in his office one early morning to confront him, he was surprised at how well answered Asher's questions were. He was convinced the man had rehearsed them a couple of times, for he didn't slip nor contradict himself in any way.

, which managed to make me feel uncomfortable and furious at the same time, how the hell did they dare to treat me in such a vulgar way? Determined to face them, I make my way to the door of the room, taking the chair that I had used as a security mechanism and knocking a couple of times, since it had a lock to prevent him from leaving, the door opens automatically, which sends a shiver down my spine, I didn't even like the idea that they could control things from a distance, steeling myself, I left the room determined, finding myself with two pairs of brown eyes looking at me with intensity, men were twins, it was obvious, one of They, the one who had had a direct view between my breasts, h

Troy and I shared a look, then quickly stepped aside. I groaned inwardly. With the way things were right then, it felt like if we didn't at least do something, we'd have been misunderstood for nothing. I shook my head, pushed all the weird thoughts away, and let Troy pull me forward. Once we stepped into the room, he checked for hidden cameras. When he was sure it was safe, he took out the disposable sheets and covers. I stood off to the side, stealing glances at Troy's profile. His nose was so perfect that I wondered if he'd gotten work done. And his jawline made me wonder if he'd had a thread lift, because I couldn't see a single needle mark.

"The body does not lie, even when the person does. Even when they have spent months becoming someone else entirely. If Roberta Alfred is Elena Crane, white lilies would expose her within minutes. Not with documents. Not with investigators or journalists or any paper trail. With her own body, in front of whoever happens to be standing in the room when it happens." The words settled over the apartment and stayed there.

“How did you get here?” He exhaled. “I followed your deviation signature.” The End reacted sharply. SECOND ANCHOR CONFIRMED. Emma blinked. “…Second anchor?” The man nodded once. “Yes.” A pause. “You created two.” Emma stepped back. “I didn’t create anything.” The shadow spoke immediately. “False.” The man finally looked at the shadow. And for the first time— Something in his expression hardened. “She is not fully responsible.” The shadow tilted slightly. “Deviation is authored by origin.”