Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Bodyguards

I sighed looking at Vincezo while he watched every step Violet took and smirked at him. Even 5 years later and he is still head over heels for her. Cringe. “Don’t diverge from the plan Erico. From now on your name is Alessandro Moretti. You will be the bodyguard of Bianca Romano. That fücker Antonio is still planning against me.” He sat back down on his chair. “I hope I could see Erico while handling a female.” Gio smirked and I flipped him off. “He already handles Violet and Aurora he will be fine.” Mario laughed.

He asked mischievously, but his tone wasn't partnering him with his eyes. "This also happens in the movies when an unknown person without caring about his life saves the life of another one. Do you also like watching movies?" Hayan retorted what he said earlier to him. Hadid smiled. "Considering your abilities, I am offering you the job of a bodyguard. I want you to be my daughter's bodyguard. For that, I don't need your degrees. I want to give you this job because of your abilities and your humanity. I'm hopeful you won't deny it." He said smilingly which made Hadid surprised.

She asked with a frown. "Do you think I'm weak?" She asked, and then an angry look formed on her face. "No, you are not weak!" Roman said immediately. "In fact, I think you are the strongest woman I have ever met." He added, with a soothing smile. "So, take him away! I don't need a bodyguard." She thundered and Roman closed his eyes for a second. There was an important reason why he had gotten her a bodyguard. But then Dan wasn't just any Werewolf. He had also served in the mafia alongside Roman.

your body guard Aden said smiling. This was really a scene from a movie. Why would she want a personal assistant and a body guard? Looking at how they all conducted their selves in professional manners, a question popped up in her head; who exactly was this guy? She greeted the new faces with awkward forced smiles. In her head she had planned a beautiful simple marriage with, who knows maybe the guy from the coffee shop down the street. Not with a stranger that assigned assistant and body guard to her, pushing her around, not a Stanger that goes around buying persons.

It caused her immense pain to even think about him, but he was a part of her past she couldn’t erase, a part that haunted her to this very day. Julian, however, was lethal grace. Tall and built like a tank, he emitted power from miles away. She was beginning to understand why women would so willingly throw themselves at him. But that didn’t mean anything could happen between the two of them. Despite what he had just confessed, he was her bodyguard, and it was his duty to protect her. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. The bullet! The sudden realization had her breaking the spell between them as she looked at him carefully for any signs of injury. She noticed just how close they h

He leaned in doorways like sin incarnate and made comments designed to scrape beneath my skin. “I could die of boredom before the assassins find me,” he said at one point, sprawled in the kitchen doorway while I assembled something resembling dinner. “Or dehydration. You’re not exactly the nurturing type.” I set a glass of water in front of him harder than necessary. He smiled like I’d just proven his point. “You know, I used to think bodyguards were supposed to be stoic and silent, yes, but also maybe...charming. Protective. Swept up in the fantasy of it all. You’re very disappointing, Noah.”

"Because I can?" She huffed before her face brightened. “So, you slept with your bodyguard?” She asked, with eyes sparkling. “Mm.” “Thrice!” “Girl, hush!” “I can't.” She leaned closer to the desk. “You really had sex with him? Like mind-blowing, over-the-top sex that left you panting for more?” My cheeks warmed. Ignoring her, I reached for my coffee and downed the entire contents. The fucker scalded my throat, but I didn't care.

He asked, wiping his face on his shirt, "or are you just going to stare at me?" "I was fine staring at you," I admitted. There was no reason to try and hide it; he knew he looked good. Now, had he been able to read my mind, then I would have been mortified. I had no right to be thinking of my bodyguard in that way... even though these thoughts are literally what every bodyguard romance is about. I just never realized there could be any truth to the common trope. He just shook his head. "You should at least do something while you're here. It'll be good for you," he encouraged.

He poured himself a glass of red wine with a steady hand—releaxed oblivious to Katerina fury. ​"You are a Romano," he said, his voice low, with a terrifying rumble. "And until you learn that your casual life in university is a threat on your back, you will have a personal bodyguard. The last one was a failure because he was ridiculously soft and polite. This one... this one is strict and different" ​"I don't want ‘different'!....I don't want any of this, I just want to be left alone!" Katerina spun toward the tall glassed windows.

I let out a long breath and leaned against the wall for a second, eyes closed. Stefan was inside with her. Dante had left a few minutes ago, quiet as always, but I could still feel the weight of him in the room even after he was gone. Those three men. The mafia bodyguards Nina had talked about in whispers and half-stories. They weren’t just criminals or whatever I had pictured in my head. They were service men. Real ones. The kind who walked into impossible situations and came out the other side. It changed how I saw them. Especially Stefan.