Novel & Cerita Special Bodyguard Novel

“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.”

“Do I look like I have a phone? Yours is at the bottom of the river, remember?” “Good. Then we’re off the grid.” I studied him, trying to piece him together. The way he moved—quiet, efficient—wasn’t something you learned from corporate security. “You said you’re a bodyguard. What were you before that?” He hesitated, just a second, before answering. “Army. Special operations.” That explained a lot—the reflexes, the precision, the lack of panic when the world exploded. “Why’d you quit?” I asked.

"To be the bodyguard for the president's daughter!" Being back on duty as a bodyguard inevitably reminded Evander of Elena. Only this time, the client was of a higher caliber. In Evander's opinion, his new assignment was no joke, to be the bodyguard for Catherine Azalea, the twenty-five-year-old daughter of the president. She was a professional model but kept her identity as the daughter of the country's number one a secret. For some reason, she needed a reliable bodyguard. Apart from her true identity, Cathy, as she was called, also frequently received threats from people envious of her popularity, as well as from an obsessed stalker. It wasn't uncommon for the girl to require a police esco

I immediately moved my hand away, my chest heaving with the exertion and the thrill of being in here, alone with him, away from all the titles and ranks that divided us. "I knew you would stop," he whispered, his voice low. It was the voice he used whenever he was alone with me, and hell, it confused me and gave me hope at the same time. He took a step forward. "Preparing for the ball?" I swallowed hard. "I am a bodyguard. The Alpha’s bodyguard. I am not to be concerned with finding romance." His eyes met mine. "I saw your eyes earlier. It twitched a little once my mate was mentioned. Would it be too much work to protect two people?"

Followed by their other friends and a few new faces. “I must be dreaming.” He groaned in disbelief. “I know I am fine and all, but to dream of me? Really?” That is all the bodyguard needed to confirm his buddy was truly there, and he wasn't just seeing his own things. That obnoxious tone he never thought he would miss. “Goddamned it!” He growled, finally letting his guard down. His friends had ceased his captors' weapon. Stepping forward, Bich reached to drag his friend off the floor.

She had Said. In response to her speech i had rolled my eyes , waving her words away. She surely wouldn't know how the people here behave because just like me she hadn't been out of Africa. Not even once but now that i stood in my little rented room that has been secured for me by Mr Thompson , staring at the duffel bag before me i began to start rethinking about Casey's words. The bag contained a mask, two note books and a flash drive. No wait, looking more closely i realized it wasn't a flash drive but a code wallet.

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

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.”

"What did you say?" "I walk out of the club with an obviously unwilling woman slung over my shoulder and these men don't think it's safe to stop me?" I could be anyone, for fucks sake. "What the fuck kind of place is this?" I shake my head in disbelief. "If these seedy kind of places are where you and your friend sneak out to at nights, then maybe you’re not the only one who needs a bodyguard.” I let her slide down to the ground, choosing to focus on fetching the car keys out of my pocket and not the way her body, soft in all the right places, feels sliding against mine.

Close enough to protect her… and love her, in the shadows. Richard emerged moments later, phone pressed to his ear. Without so much as a glance, he climbed into the backseat, motioning for Lauren to join him. She did, sliding into the seat beside her husband. Louis closed the door, circled the vehicle, and took the driver’s seat. The moment the engine hummed to life and they rolled onto the main road, Richard lowered his phone and leaned forward. “Louis,” he said firmly. “Yes, sir?” “You’re not just the driver anymore. From now on, you’re Lauren’s personal bodyguard. My father’s estate is... well, heavily monitored, but he has more enemies than friends. I don’t want her out of your sight. No