Project X Bodyguard Novels & Stories

The bodyguard hesitated, "Sir, she is still Mr. James Ford's wife. Isn't this a bit too much?" Shane slowly put down his glass and looked at him. His eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless vortex, filled with an indescribable danger. The bodyguard felt a chill run down his spine and lowered his head. He had overstepped. As a bodyguard, his job was to follow orders, not question them. Shane casually shifted his gaze away and asked nonchalantly, "I remember Xena has a social media account with quite a few followers, doesn't she?"

Katerina stammered, her heart hammering—not for the boy holding her, but for the man watching her. ​Suddenly, the music shifted, and a hand—strong, gloved,—slid onto Katerina’s waist, physically keeping her away from Jackson. She was taken aback for a moment to process what just happened likewise Jackson ​"The Don requested a security rotation," Xavier’s voice rumbled cutting through the air. "I’ll take it from here, Reed." ​Jackson’s face flushed with fury and contempt "He’s a bodyguard, Kat. He doesn't get to cut in."

way to clear things up. But she was cut off by the banging of her room door shut. "Whoa"Grayson said sitting up straight. "What was that? ". "Oh that's just my new bodyguard ". "Oh ya, I heard what happened with the last one drake. I'm so sorry". "Oh its fine. You know, apart from James, drake is the only bodyguard I felt irritated when he touched me even with the signature bodyguard suit on". she said as she played with the hem of her hoodie. "Maybe it's because he tried to prey on me I don't know" She shrugged. "Ok so why did he bang your door like that tho?". Prisca said nothing but shrugged nonchalantly but Grayson

“I have a cousin. He’s my age. He can take my father’s position as the bodyguard.” The Beta raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “And where is this cousin you talk about?” “He lives in a nearby town. I can send a letter for him and he’ll be there,” “Does he know how to fight?” “Yes sir. He’s trained in martial arts and combat fighting and he’s a great archer.” The Beta thought for a moment, “Very well. Send him tomorrow.” “There’s a condition sir,” I interrupted before he could leave. “My brother– he has a scar on his face, and would like to keep his face covered if that’s alright ?”

The sudden pounding in her chest left her at a loss, and she lowered her eyes. Chris glanced toward the room. Gavin and one of the bodyguards, who had army medic experience, were working together to remove Zac’s clothes and cover him with a sterile drape. Nothing could be seen. Only then did Chris slowly let go of Winter’s waist. “Don’t stand too close to the window. The glass could shatter from the wind at any moment.” Winter tightened the coat around herself, gave a quiet “okay,” and moved several steps away from the window. The bodyguards traveling with them were all experienced men. Gavin especially had probably been shot more times than most people could imagine back in the day.

He was my bodyguard, but he had disobeyed most of my words or orders, giving heed only to Sebastian's words. Which only left me more pissed at his presence here. All I needed was answers from Sebastian—answers about his dealings. I didn't need his half-cared protection; he could keep that for himself. If I wanted a bodyguard, I could hire one myself—at least one who would listen to every single one of my orders and not argue with me. I arrived at the meeting room and entered. My gaze caught sight of some of the workers involved in the project already seated, as well as some shareholders. My gaze also met Aiden, who was seated and leaving a half-lit smile at me.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

"Oh, sir, would you like to apply to be a bodyguard?" "Bodyguard?" asked Oliver again. "Yes, sir, the Franklin family is looking for a bodyguard for their youngest daughter. And the salary offered is huge! If I could do martial arts, I'd probably apply for the job!" With a slight smile that no one noticed, Oliver was interested in the job. He was determined to apply for the job to be Franklin's youngest daughter's bodyguard. Then, Oliver asked the man to tell him his address. "Can you tell me where the address is?"

His meditation was interrupted when he became conscious of Marco's presence. "Bellisimo, isn't it?" Marco Said. Lorenzo remained still, eyes still gazed on the water fountain. "I hear Bria Leone, the only daughter of the Leone family is a psychopath. The whole family is a crazy and heavily protected one. One doesn't get in as an intruder and leave there alive or sane. I wonder why father sent you on this deadly mission. If you ever need help, I'm always close by. Cover your tracks, arrange a place for you in Vienna, you'll get to leave happily and be free from the shackles of guilt the Mafia has placed on you. It can always be our little secret ...... brother"

He took a gulp of the water, and I stared, mesmerized, as the fluid went down, swallowing down the urge to reach out and touch his Adam's apple. It was crazy how I was the one getting affected when he was the one who was supposed to be fascinated by me. “Please?” He capped the bottle and frowned. “Why don't you hire a personal trainer? I'm only a bodyguard. I don't need extra work on my back. Guarding you is already a handful.”