Special Bodyguard Novel Novels & Stories

The new bodyguard had arrived that morning. His name was Kai Novak. Ex-special forces. Thirty-two. Quiet in a way that felt intentional. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features, dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see everything. He didn’t smile much. He barely spoke. But his presence filled every room he entered. Right now, he stood near the entrance to the living room, arms crossed, watching her with that steady, unreadable gaze. “You don’t have to stare at me like I’m about to jump off the balcony,” Isabella said, turning to face him. Her silk robe clung to her body, the deep V showing more cleavage than was strictly professional.

she hugged her best friend "how are you? " "I'm fine dear" "And here comes the great chef" prisca said and they both burst into laughter. "Oh please" Belinda said rolling her eyes. "I know I'm horrible, don't rub it in". "Anyways, there's only one room that's clean and available and that's the one opposite my parents room"prisca said. "What about the one opposite yours?" Brenda asked and prisca answered "oh my new bodyguard is staying there now".

"You disappeared! You didn't check in! You didn't follow protocol!" "I did what I had to do to keep her safe," I said, matching his tone. "I’m a bodyguard, Alpha. That’s my job." "Your job is to follow my orders!" he yelled. "Your position here is to protect this family, not to go off on some rogue hero mission! You’re a bodyguard, not a vigilante! Do you have any idea what would have happened if you’d been killed? If she’d been killed?" "But we weren't," I pointed out.

The man kicked open a door and pushed Leo into a black SUV waiting in the alley. "Drive," he ordered the man behind the wheel. The SUV sped off before Leo could even catch his breath. He turned to the stranger sitting next to him. "Who the fuck are you?" "Kai Nakamura. Your father hired me this morning. I am your new bodyguard." Leo laughed even though nothing was funny. "I don't need a fucking babysitter." "You almost died thirty seconds ago. So yeah, you do."

"No, he didn't. I've always rejected him. Ever since I got a bodyguard, he's been cheating on me behind my back. He also doesn't dare mess with me because Nathan never leaves my side. It bothered me at first, but now I'm so grateful that Nathan has taken care of me." He breathed a sigh of relief as he stroked his chest. "You don't need to doubt the quality of Security Black's bodyguards. They are truly professional and highly trained. Many are satisfied with their performance." "Emh, b-but...you know about.... scandal that happened to me? That...I can explain..." Unexpectedly, he waved his hand.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

A real bodyguard job, one even better than the security firms she had applied to which could give her a bigger paycheck – enough to keep her father alive and maybe, just maybe, save up for the Marina Guard Institute, she'd been wishing to get in. She didn't know yet that the job was a lie. --- The Creed mansion was a show of old money and wealth, and from her first sight of it, she was wowed as the pictures from the blogs did no justice. Jenna parked her motorcycle in the parking lot, somewhere in between the parked Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, and walked into a home that probably cost a million more than her entire apartment building. The security guards gave a double glance at her tattoos. T

“You work here too?” “Yeah.” He’d jammed his fists into his jeans pockets. Fuck, his hand was tingling from even that minute contact with her soft skin. “I bounce.” “Curtis is one of your personal bodyguards,” Aidan had explained smoothly, knowing full well that conversation wasn’t Curtis’ strong suit. “His job is to watch your back, keep you safe.” Tessa had nodded, gazing up at him, taking in his broad shoulders and rippling arm muscles. “I can see that.”

I instantly felt guilty because it was not like i did not enjoy her presence, I just felt like I was being watched, it was kind of bugging me. "Please do not see it that way. I am just really used to being all by myself." I mumbled. Clara nodded her head slowly. "Well, I am sure with time, you will adjust to all of this." She said. I hoped so. I sat on my bed and I realized Gabriel Fernandez was the author and creator of this mess. I knew he was the real reason why Stephen hired a personal bodyguard for me and he did not just hire anyone, he hired someone he knew personally.