Special Bodyguard Novel Novels & Stories

And she hung up on me before I could argue. A few minutes later a knock sounded on the door. I pulled the door open, ready to unleash my frustration, and froze. Vivian spoke first. “Meet your new bodyguard Daniel Ross”. The man standing there was like nothing I expected. Bluish gray eyes pinned me down where I stood. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders and

And yet… every cell in my body screamed that I knew him. But from where? I could still feel the strange electric shock from that bodyguard’s touch. It wasn’t normal. And neither was the way my wolf stirred when he got close…as if it recognized him. But how could that be? “I’m your new bodyguard. Sent by the cursed Lycan. I’ll be in charge of picking you up and dropping you off every day,” he said coldly, walking over to open the door of a sleek, black BMW. My lips parted slightly in surprise. The damn car looked like it had just rolled off the cover of a luxury magazine. Before I could even blink again, I slid into the leather seat. But something made me pause and look back.

"Don't. We're surviving this. Both of us. Together." "But if we don't—" "Then I already know. I love you too. Now shut up and fight." He grinned. That reckless, beautiful grin that had made me fall for him. "Yes ma'am." We charged the elite guards together. The fight was brutal. These weren't regular soldiers. They were supernatural special forces. Trained specifically to handle threats like us. One caught my arm. Twisted. I felt bones crack. Ben was there instantly. Strike to the guard's throat. Gave me space to recover.

An old but powerful voice pulled me out of the endless darkness. "You're the one, Lily Stenson." I looked around the York family's indoor training grounds. The one who had just spoken was Emily Harrison. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. I was surrounded by dozens of other elite bodyguards, who were clad in black training uniforms just like mine. They were the cream of the crop of other security companies within the country and were sent to participate in the competition.

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.

My heart raced as I braced myself, closing my eyes instinctively, waiting for his hand to make contact. But instead of the expected sting of his touch, I felt nothing and I opened my eyes to see one of the bodyguards holding his arm tightly, preventing him from advancing any further. The tension in the air was palpable, and I felt a flicker of relief mixed with fear. "Back off," the bodyguard said, his voice low and dangerous. I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. Alex's face twisted in anger and frustration, but he was held firmly in place. The bodyguard’s presence reminded me that I was no longer alone, that I had people who would protect me.

She turned around, her eyes scanning the aisles in front of her. If someone is here and is planning on jumping out and attacking her out of the blue, then this bodyguard right behind her is sure to flawlessly tackle whoever it may be to the ground in one go. Yes, there is no need to be scared. Maybe Luca was right, maybe having a bodyguard might be for her own good afterall. Hazel opened the first page of the book, it's cover rather. And she stared it. A picture of a wolf stared right back at her.

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.

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?”