Project X Bodyguard Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tyson walked into the hanger, “I’m sorry about your girl,” “Yeah.” “Who’s the guy with the note and what does it mean?” “He wanted me to know he took her.” “Who’s the bodyguard?” “I am. I’m her bodyguard.” Tyson sighed, “Bodyguard? I thought you said that was your girlfriend.” “She is. But I’m also her bodyguard. I thought she would be safe down here. That’s why we’re here.” “I’m not understanding. Why does she need a bodyguard? Who the hell is she?”

The flight attendant asked, chuckling softly. “Teavana Tea,” I replied, biting into the cheese. After placing the cup on the table, she rolled the trolley away, and I focused back on the laptop screen. “Atlas Sharpe’s bodyguard recently died in a tragic accident. He is in search of a new guard, and your task is to get the position.” I said out loud, feeling annoyed. 'I'm not a babysitter, I'm an assassin, why would the organization want me to protect some rich jerk.' I thought, pressing my fingers against my lips.

she began, lacing her fingers atop the table. Asher wondered why she had gone through the trouble of doing research about his team. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe she just wanted to know more about the person who was going to be her bodyguard. He sat up straighter and nodded. “We’ve had a few interesting cases.” he said. “Ha! Interesting? If I recall correctly, last year one you and one of your fellow bodyguards was instrumental in bringing down an underground drug-running organization that the police had no idea existed.” Kimberly said.

Odette clenched her jaw at the feeling. Suddenly, a sound of laughter came from Julian's mouth. He looked at Sharlynn and Richie in turn with a look of contempt. "Apparently the shares are paid for with the body. No wonder you're so crazy about this guy. It looks like you're really enjoying the bodyguard's body." Julian continued to insult Richie, trying to provoke the man's emotions. Sharlynn, not having any of it, almost raised her hand to slap the man in the mouth. "We don't have to waste time on human garbage like this," Richie interrupted. He made Julian and Odette stare at him. "Maybe they want to see their hot game scene. Don't worry, we'll send them the footage later."

“When we breach the security and someone has to pose as the daughter's bodyguard, I don't want that Nathan to do it.” “Angelo said that Nathan is one of his best soldiers.” Hunter pointed out. “I don't care what Angelo says. Like you said, we need this to be professional, so I want you to do it. You'll be the bodyguard.” This was Hunter's idea, but he had no idea that he'd have to physically get involved. I mean, he was the underboss, shouldn't someone lower ranking get such an assignment? “You have a problem with that?” Hector asked Hunter because he was quiet.

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant and a retired special force soldier, Felix Cashmere. He darted ahead and sent the men around me flying.

"This is your home turf. Letting someone else take the project is embarrassing." "Then you go negotiate it." Sierra didn't get annoyed since she knew exactly what he was like. "If you can get me that project, I'll give you ten percent of the profit." "I refuse," Marcus said. Sierra raised a brow. "Why?" Marcus knew his limits. "What are the chances of me, your bodyguard-assistant-driver, could get the project when John's ex-wife can't?" Sierra looked at him, questions in her mind. What kind of logic was that?

, I riposted and she curled her lips into a smile as she moved beside me. “I’ll take that as a yes” Yes. I wanted to fuck. And yes. I was in no mood for small talk. “Shouldn’t you be inside keeping an eye on the client?” Her eyes fell on me and I gazed straight into the night. The term bodyguard had never sunk in and it had been two years working as one. I hated my job but I couldn’t necessarily leave it. Without it, I’d be no one. Just some old Marine seating on the couch in some town house upstate rotting away faster than rats that had eaten poisoned cheese.

I can’t even taste what’s in my mouth. “Seriously, he needs to move on. If it hasn’t happened yet…” The other one snorts. “Redhead would drop her panties for him here and now. I keep telling him. Stick to what’s easy.” Can Zoe hear them? I don’t think so—she’s talking about her part in their project, totally oblivious. I swing my head slowly in their direction, staring at them with a blank expression I’ve perfected over time. Eventually, one of them notices and starts choking on whatever he’s eating. The other one hits him on the back until the choking stops. Fucking assholes.

" said Antonio with an excited expression . " He he he ! We did it ! " said Damian with a smile wearing the black mask covering his face . " Great ! Now that the project is ours , the land is the only thing left . " said Derrick then looked at Antonio . " If we were able to get this investment was mostly because of you . It's a pity that you didn't register to work in our company as a lawyer . " said Derrick with a smile . " It's a nice offer but our boss is a troublemaker , How can I quit my job as a bodyguard when he creates trouble every minute ? Who will protect him then ? " said Antonio mending his jacket .