Project X Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Is this the man you chose? The door hissed. Not Dominic this time. Two Viper Squad mercenaries – hard faces, eyes like chips of obsidian – entered, followed by an older man Silas hadn’t seen before. He wore a pristine white lab coat over an expensive sweater, his silver hair neatly combed, his expression one of detached academic curiosity mixed with faint distaste for his surroundings. He carried a sleek, reinforced case. **<< Dr. Aris Thorne, >>** one of the mercs grunted. **<< Head of Project Phoenix. He’s here for the backup. >>**

Now I was back to risking everything—every piece of myself—for her again. Hired as a bodyguard. Assigned to serve a certain CEO. I didn’t get the full details. I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to ask. When you’re drowning, you don’t check the rope somebody throws at you—you just hold on. The pay was high, unbelievably high. Almost suspiciously high. But I needed it. I needed it desperately. Jasmine needed urgent treatment. And the loan sharks… They’d been hunting us for almost two years. Knocking. Threatening. Following. Our lives had become a cycle of whispering, hiding, praying no one found us.

She had no idea what kind of men they were, but one of them was about to brought her inside when suddenly there was a gun shot and one of the man who was holding her fell down to the ground, bleeding from his chest. That shocked everyone and two of the other men who were left moved their attention toward the gun direction, but at that very second one of them who was holding Ana was already shot as well. Ana stared at the man before her. It was Alexander. He literally just shot these two men in front of her. The entire time he became her bodyguard she did not think she ever saw him shooting anyone, the most he did was to knock out some of the men who nearly hurt her, but this time he was not

Now, I sat with my friends who talked about less interesting things — a party at a new hotel, boys they've used or found disposable. He still watched, paying more attention to their conversation than I did. I glanced over at him taking in his looks. “Is he your bodyguard? I was wondering why he was standing there,” one of my friends, Rosie, said. I twirled my glass before taking a sip of my wine. I turned to face him. “He is. After my attack, Daddy swore to get me one,” I explained. The girls nodded, their faces awed at such greek- gods giving face.

HIS ROYAL OBSESSION PART 1 Intro; BODYGUARD PROFILE: Name: Dorian Mirkov Age: 34 Role: Head Close Protection Operative / Personal Security Detail (PSD) newly contracted as the princess’s primary bodyguard. Status: Active Assignment — HIGH RISK

Her face heated when the memory flashed in her mind. “Good morning, Mr Lopes. My name is Isaiah Wilson, part-owner of Global Security, and this is Palmer Burris. He’ll be one of the bodyguards charged to protect your daughter.” Palmer gave a curt nod; his hands clasped behind him. Hearing the news that Palmer–the man she had earth shattering sex with last night–was now her bodyguard, Natalie’s knees nearly buckled under her. She faltered to the nearest lounge sofa and plunked down. Her eyes finding refuge in the scene of high-rise buildings, their windows reflecting the morning sun.

“I’m saying you are going to work with me, whether you like it or not. Because I’m not letting your entitlement ruin my record.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Whatever. Your place or mine?” I blinked. “What?” “For the project, genius. Unless you’re planning on doing the entire thing via brainwaves.” “My place?” I scoffed. “Please. I know how these stories end. You lure me over, strangle me with a hockey sock, and bury me in your backyard.” He smirked. “Tempting. But I am not that stupid. If you disappear, guess who everyone, especially your body guard Gigi will be pointing fingers at?”

Glaring at the bodyguards he tightened his grip on the gun which scared the shit out of the men. "Sir I am sorry for my words but we are here for your protection." The other bodyguard said making him roll his eyes. He chuckled sarcastically, Sebastian was a trained boxer, martial arts expert, and a professional in working with the gun, what the fuck do these idiots think of him?

Emma gritted her teeth, thinking intently. Erza was behind, and she looked at Emma and then thought about something for a long time. She said. "Emma, I can help you set sail. But I need your cooperation, do you agree?" "How do we do it?" … In the hallway, two bodyguards were standing at attention while on duty. They had two guns in their pockets, and their muscular bodies made everyone look at them in awe. They are a special task force with more than five years of experience in the profession of bodyguards. Not only that, one of them was once a national boxing player.

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.