روايات وقصص ضمن Protecting What's His

She smiled at his words before adding, "Jude always told me what a good man you were but I needed to ignore you. I was afraid Hal would kill you if he ever saw me talking with you. I desperately wanted to ask for your help, but the courage never came." "It's ok. I am here to not only protect you but to help nurse you back to health." He smiled as he played with her hair. Lili looked at him for a bit before asking, "But for how long?" "For as long as you need me," he answered. As silence filled the room, they sat there holding hands. Eventuallyhe kissed her hand and whispered, "You're safe now."

Vincent assured as he got up to leave for the press meeting, though Hall was not in support of his best friend's decision he just had to respect him. As Vincent drove towards the venue, he wondered what had come over him, he wasn't one to put others' needs first, especially when his career was at stake but this felt different and all he knew was that it felt right to protect Isabella and that's what he was going to do no matter what.

Krystal says and I glance over to see Fiadh still has her face buried in Krystal's arm. "She looks so happy. He refused to lose just for her. He doesn't know her, but that doesn't matter. He wants her. He will protect her from the biggest monster or the tiniest bug. He is her champion. He is hers, and he just sacrificed his body to prove it. I don't know what happened to you before, but...You would never have to be afraid again if you had a man like that. And you will...you will have a male who goes out there, gets hurt....all for the sake of having a chance with you. He will never harm you, Fiadh. They are protectors," Krystal explains and I glance back at the happy couple to see the champi

His eyes searched mine, soft but fierce. “We’re going to get through this,” he continued, voice low and certain. “Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But we will. We watch him. We wait. We stay smart. And when the moment comes—when he slips, when he gives us something we can use without him being able to hit back—we take it. We end this on our terms. But until then… we protect what matters. Your mom. Zara. Us. We protect us.” I stared at him—tears still falling, but slower now. “You really believe that?”

“No. Isaiah, you don’t have to do that. When it comes to her safety nothing else matters. Please let me stay. At least until we find whoever wants to kill her.” “It’s a bad idea Palmer and you know it.” “But it won’t be the only bad idea you’ve had in your life. Come on Isaiah, you know me. We’ve hunted down deeply deprived monsters in this world together. You know I’ll protect her.” Palmer stood and tapped the desk with his index finger. “I’ll protect her with my life.” Isaiah leaned back on his chair, glancing at Palmer broodingly. “It’s truly a bad idea, but you’ll stay until we get the person who hired the mercenaries.”

“I’m not trying to be.” “Good. Because I don’t need saving.” My voice cracked, and that embarrassed me more than anything. He noticed. Of course he did. “I don’t care what you need,” he said, his voice softer now, more dangerous. “You’re under my protection. That means I make sure you live. That you eat. That you sleep. That your blood doesn’t carry some virus Matteo cooked up in his lab.” I stared at him. “Why?” He didn’t answer.

It was something deeper, something dangerous. He remembered the touch. The brush of lips, fleeting but impossible to ignore. The audacity of it, the innocence. And beneath it all, the confidence. Arlo had dared. Arlo had risked everything in this house—the rules, his family, his life—for a moment. And Nikolai had been there. Watching. Stopping it. Protecting it. Or punishing it. He wasn’t sure which. But he had acted. And in that action, something had changed.

Most of the sisters' lives, Kim had done everything in her power to protect Mandy from their parents. Kim didn’t even know if Mandy was aware of the abuse she’d taken trying to keep it from ever touching Mandy. It took someone who had walked through the shadows of hell to recognize its residents. Kim was pretty sure she'd just met its leader.

Protective? I shake my head slightly, opening my eyes and lowering the weight again. No. I will not twist this into something it is not. He was protecting the program. Protecting a name. Protecting whatever rules they care about more than fairness. Still, the memory of him shielding me from Kylie flickers again. The warmth of his back under my palms. The way he checked my face first. It makes my chest tighten in a way that does not match the narrative I am building. I push the platform up once more, harder this time, until my legs shake visibly. I hold it there, letting the strain settle deep into muscle and bone.

“At least you’re honest.” Before I could move away, I felt his hand slide into mine. Warm, firm, steady. “I’ll protect you,” he said softly. “Don’t worry.” For a split second, something about his tone almost sounded genuine—almost comforting. Then reality caught up. Protect me? From What? From the same psycho puppet master that was forcing us to dance for our lives? Or from the murderous contestants who might decide to slit throats the next time they got bored? Because so far, he also seemed like something I Should be worried about.