Sweet Bodyguard Novels & Stories

A lady stepped out of the room. “What’s going on here?” Her eyes widened at the sight of two grown men sprawled on the floor. “Hello, my name’s Enzo; I’m the CEO’s new bodyguard.” I extended my hand for a handshake, introducing myself calmly to the frightened dark-haired lady.

“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.

“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

I should be but I wasn’t. Yeah, it was my first day at work as the personal bodyguard to the famous New York’s most handsome young CEO. As the elevator moved, I braced myself up to face my soon to be boss who was none other than Ryan Robin Anderson. He was popularly called RRA. Classic, huh? I stepped out of the elevation as it stopped. “Hi,” I looked up to see a middle aged man. “You must be the new bodyguard.” He said. I nodded with a smile.

“Anya, tell me. After all these years, do you still bear feelings for me? Do you still see me as a man and not just bodyguard? I want you to tell me the truth. You can say anything you desire, because you are Anya and Anya is special to me. I won’t get mad or upset with anything you say, as long as you’re with me, I can tolerate anything, like I always do all these years.” The mixture of his words and his warm breathing sent shiver down her spine. She did not know what was happening to her but she could feel herself flushing under his dominating behavior. He easily towered over her when he wanted to yet remained under her leash, while she was much more fragile yet fierce at the same time. Th

Then Elliot turned around, and Kieran's breath caught for just a second before he got himself under control. The photo in the file hadn't done him justice. In person, Elliot Sinclair was devastating. Sharp, handsome features. Golden eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light, the mark of his S-Tier genetics. A smirk on his full lips that was equal parts amused and arrogant. He looked like sin wrapped in a designer suit. Those golden eyes swept over Kieran, assessing him from head to toe. The smirk widened. "So they sent me an omega bodyguard. That's a first."

that he snapped back to reality. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before nodding and stepping out of the car. As they emerged onto the bustling streets, the paparazzi swarmed around them, cameras flashing and reporters calling out questions. Sweet's bodyguard, a hulking presence in a dark suit, immediately stepped forward to shield him from the frenzy. With practiced efficiency, he created a protective barrier, allowing Sweet and Seline to make their way to the backstage entrance.

She starts wiping the counter as her eyes wonder over my shoulder. “Miss Anderson?” A youthful voice says behind me. “Yes.” I reply spinning around to see who it belong to. “I’m Geon, your new bodyguard.” He sounds so formal but its hard to take him serious, he doesn’t look the part at all. Standing at an average height, his lithe frame exudes a graceful aura, accentuated by his impeccable sense of style. His ebony locks, styled in various fashion and framing his face that mirrors the delicate beauty of a porcelain doll. Deep, almond-shaped eyes that shimmer with a hidden galaxy of emotions, reflecting his passion for live.

Romeo asked with a forced smile, bowing his head to match that of the slender lady he was talking to - Bria Leone. "My coffee has gone cold" Bria said, with almost no enthusiasm in the tone of her voice. She was still seated confidently, legs crossed and her hair covered with a white hat that matched the long designer suit she wore. "Oh.." Romeo raised his head, trying to hide his disappointment. ".. right.. sorry about that.." he forced a smile again and picked up the land phone on his table. He returned it after muttering a few words and then turned back to Bria Leone who showed no interest in their conversation.

The new bodyguard was a woman. Jason didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "You've got to be kidding me." He looked from his grandmother's smiley face to the tomboy standing at attention like a soldier reporting for duty. "Her?" "Her name is Jenna Smith," Helena said. "And she comes highly recommended." "She could as well be one of my fitness coaches." "Fitness coaches don't have her training." Jason moved in a circle around Jenna slowly. She didn't flinch or move, she just stood still.