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.

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.

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.

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.

"I'm Christopher. I'm your new bodyguard." Jems blinked rapidly. "My new... what?" "Your new bodyguard," he repeated, grinning. Jems just stood there, staring at him. Her eyes traveled slowly from his head to his toes. He looked like he could be an I*******m model, or a college athlete, or literally any girl's dream guy. Oh my God, Jems thought, her face heating up rapidly. This incredibly hot guy is my new bodyguard?! This is my bodyguard?! How am I supposed to function with HIM following me around?!

Alex said calmly and grabbed the baton off her hand before striking her with it. “Arghhh!!!” The female bodyguard screamed in pain as her body trembled uncontrollably. The other two returned to their senses, quickly realizing that Alex wasn’t a regular paparazzi. One of them threw a punch at Alex while calling out to Zendaya, “Run! My lady, run!” Zendaya opened her eyes wide in shock, only to see Alex calmly intercepting the punch from her bodyguard. Autumn was her name, and being of Advanced-Royal rank, Zendaya knew just how powerful she was. Yet, Alex did not seem at all troubled by her blows and attacks. Evidently, he was the stronger one among the two.

"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.

I reluctantly agreed. On the night of the event, Brianna had already prepared a custom-tailored suit for me, her face lighting up as she said, "Wow, you look pretty good! Tonight, just focus on being the charming eye candy. Get those rich girls talking to you, and then use the opportunity to pitch our project." I couldn't help but laugh. "And what about you?" Brianna slapped her thigh. "I'll be your bodyguard, of course! What if someone gets too eager and can't resist throwing themselves at you?"