Special Bodyguard Novel Novels & Stories

he said like that was a very normal thing to have in a car. “It...came with the vehicle?” Kimberly asked. “For a price. I like to be careful.” Of course. She should have realized. He was a bodyguard... Extremely security and safety conscious—almost scarily so. “I don’t suppose there’s a pair of size seven and a half women’s snow boots and a nice down jacket?” She asked. “Dream on.” he said. In the weird, slanting beam of the flashlight, she saw his mouth twitch. Good Lord, he had almost smiled. She thought. If things weren’t so dire, that would have done her heart good.

Micah had long hair pulled back in a ponytail, a pair of piercings adorned his ears, and the cocky look on his face that he managed to get on our dad's nerves was still in exactly the same place. "Then why the hell are we kidnapping someone?" he finally asked, as I make my way into the city traffic, my brother lifts his feet, putting his boots on the dashboard of the car “Isn't your company supposed to be bodyguards? Are we working for a mobster?" Micah inquired "It's none of your business," I reply, clenching my jaw, irritably doubting even my own motives for accepting the job in the first place. If my brother was right about anything, it was that my company offered security services, not a

Then it clicked. Anna. Her name, her file, her history. Every detail I had glanced at before suddenly made sense. She was the same woman—the new bodyguard for the estate. The one who had walked into my life unexpectedly. My lips curved into a small, dark smirk. This is going to be interesting. --- The hours that followed crawled, punctuated by small interruptions: calls, briefings, and minor inconveniences that should have been trivial. And yet, every minute, every second seemed stretched taut, a reminder that something in the day felt off.

My eyes scanned around to see what was going on this morning, and there he was: a feast for my eyes and an added throb to my heartbeat, Eduardo! It had been about thirty-seven days since he had been working as my bodyguard. I still didn’t understand why I needed a bodyguard, but I was pleased to have him under my roof. He was not only charming but also very kind and lovely. He made my heart feel like cotton candy dipped in a glass of champagne and melted immediately. It was too hard for me not to bite him. As he was doing his morning workout on the sands of the coast, I made an exception to spare myself a little time that morning to enjoy the peep show. A white tank top perfectly wrapped aro

And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read. The words painted vivid pictures. Bodies intertwined. Hands exploring. Mouths tasting. The heroine being taken against a wall by her bodyguard, his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I shifted in my chair, my thighs pressing together. The scene was detailed. Explicit. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. The bodyguard character was dominant. Possessive. He told the heroine exactly what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to take her, in language that was crude and raw and incredibly arousing.

"Stay away from your future roommate. The moment he moves in, keep your distance. Getting close to him will bring you nothing but catastrophic bad luck. He is a walking disaster zone." I am talking about the Gary Stu protagonist, of course. Anyone who gets close to the "Hero" in this world either ends up as cannon fodder, a stepping stone, or a crying member of a harem. "However," I add, my business smile instantly returning, "if you ever find yourself in mortal peril, you can always call my number. I offer emergency rescue services. The hazard pay will be steep, obviously. But, if you hire me on a retainer as your long-term bodyguard, I can guarantee your physical safety. I'll even throw in

He held onto the bow tightly, ensuring it wouldn't fall off. He must have drawn the worst style. Maddy's jaw dropped. "Fuck." Seth laughed awkwardly and walked with more stiffness compared to the other guys. Lennox and I both looked away from him at the same time. My head was spinning. I handed Lennox my mug. "Take a sip." "The youngest bodyguard is a lovely Gemini and a vegetarian," Willow narrated. "He's Brazilian-American, a former pro-boxer, and Davin's little brother. You'd want to introduce this hunk to your parents."

And that was the dangerous part. Because Edward Caldwell never ignored his instincts. Two days later, a new guard arrived. I noticed him immediately. Tall. Quiet. Too observant. He didn’t behave like the other guards. He watched people. Studied movements. Measured reactions. It made my stomach tighten. Edward called me into the living room. “This is Lewis,” he said calmly. The man nodded slightly. “Ma’am.” “Hello,” I replied. Edward smiled faintly. “He will be working here from now on.” “Okay.” “Extra security,” Edward added. But something felt wrong. Very wrong. The man’s eyes moved too much. Not like a guard. Like someone gathering information.

"So, have you thought about the building? The building was a recent hotel, gym and ball hall." "I have lots in mind." She scribbles. "Okay. Anything you want." He kisses her cheeks. "Let's sleep." She had fallen asleep quickly and he couldn't sleep because she's too beautiful and she's too enticing. He watches her sleep like a baby while he reviews the email that was sent to him. Both people that are her personal bodyguards are from the army. They are serving in a secret agency. The agency that has been dealing with MAFIA and GANGS around the world.

“Not exactly. I work in private security.” “Hmm,” I murmured, trying to read his expression, but his face remained unreadable. “Private security?” I echoed. “Like a bodyguard?” He nodded. “Something like that,” he responded. I narrowed my eyes at him. “I never knew bodyguards followed leads,” I said, trying to catch him in a lie. My gut told me he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “I’m a special kind of bodyguard,” he said, his voice tinged with pride, as though he took genuine satisfaction in his work. It made him seem slightly more believable.