The Bodyguard Novels & Stories

She thinks about resisting, but with the job at stake she lets it happen, much to her regret as the bodyguard apparently was suped up with some bio mod or inner exosuit as it felt like being hit by a truck. “Hands on the car” she immediately complies as he checks her for weapons. “Armed” the bodyguard says as he flashes Sol’s .45 to the client. Sol, gets a closer look at the lady under the floating umbrella, she was short haired, brown skinned and had considerably less external implants than the one she contacted.

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

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

“No,” I admit. “I’m just waiting for the time he tells me to put you on the phone. He’s going to test me, and he’s going to test you, too.” He sighs again, looking away from me, toward the window. “Do you have any idea the kind of man he is? I mean, really?” “He’s rich, and he has a lot of bodyguards and stuff like that.” “Yeah. He needs bodyguards. Do you think…” He closes his eyes for a second before opening them again. “Do you think he does that because he’s paranoid or because there’s a reason for it?”

the bodyguard shouted angrily, raising his fist and charging toward him. Bernard smiled at the sight of the bodyguard’s rage. This wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a black belt in every martial art, a retired special bodyguard who was notorious for his fighting skills. With a punch, even if Esteban didn’t die, he would become a useless idiot.

Third person's POV The bodyguard moved with the speed and agility of a hunting cheetah, leaping over various obstacles on the rooftop, his hair whipping wildly in the fierce wind, and his clothes flapping loudly. His arms swung forcefully, each stride carrying a powerful impact, and just in the nick of time, he extended his thick, tightly muscled arm and grabbed Gloria's slender wrist with an iron grip. "Miss Bennett, please don't make things difficult for us. If anything happens to you, we won't be able to account for it to Alpha Leopold," the bodyguard said anxiously, his forehead veins bulging, and beads of sweat rolling down

She offered him something he can't reject, he needs a job and working for someone he loves would be a dream come true but he decided to turn her down, he doesn't want to look so easy. "I'm not interested, you can ask someone" He stood up and wanted to leave but She grabbed his hand. " I will pay you any amount you want, I just need you to be my bodyguard." She declared to him. She knows she was sounding so desperate but, she would do anything to keep him beside her, she wants to know more about him, she wants to know if he was sent by someone to ruin her. Tyler couldn't resist her, he has been job hunting for months and hasn't found one, he also wants to be beside her.

“I’m frightened too. I don’t know who’s still out there, or what they want, or how much of my own life has been shaped by hands I never saw. But I know this. I know what it feels like when you hold my hand like this. I know that’s mine. That’s not anyone’s plan but our own.” He was quiet for a long moment, and then, slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me with something steadier than fear. “I want to make you a promise,” he said. “Not the kind soldiers make. Not duty. Something that’s just mine to give.” “Okay.” “Whatever comes next — the Architect, my father, Marcus’s father, whoever else is still hiding somewhere in all of this — I’m not doing it as your bodyguard anymore. I’m doing it

Warm blood splattered across the side of my face, carrying that sharp, unsettling smell of iron. He'd been shot. But he didn't make a sound, and the arm around me didn't so much as tremble. At the same time, by the faint moonlight coming through the windows, I caught sight of Julian nearby out of the corner of my eye. The instant the shots rang out, this man, who'd once sworn to protect me with his life, the Ward family's former head bodyguard, had thrown himself, on pure instinct, straight toward Amber. He'd pinned her body beneath his, and even after a stray round grazed his arm, slowing him down further, he never once let go of her.

“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.”