The Bodyguard Novels & Stories

I groaned, trying to stand. Ethan smirked, he opened his mouth to say something but shut it. “One in need, to be precise. I mean, the heiress of a multi billionaire organization is lying in the arms of a mere bodyguard,” I chided, my elbow pressing against his thighs just to lift my body. He seemed to have noticed my struggling because he pulled me up, so that our eyes locked. “A bodyguard that makes her spread her legs wide on his shoulder,” he mocked, breaking eye contact with me. His tender gaze roamed my face, resting on my lips.

Tyson walked into the hanger, “I’m sorry about your girl,” “Yeah.” “Who’s the guy with the note and what does it mean?” “He wanted me to know he took her.” “Who’s the bodyguard?” “I am. I’m her bodyguard.” Tyson sighed, “Bodyguard? I thought you said that was your girlfriend.” “She is. But I’m also her bodyguard. I thought she would be safe down here. That’s why we’re here.” “I’m not understanding. Why does she need a bodyguard? Who the hell is she?”

She had no idea what kind of men they were, but one of them was about to brought her inside when suddenly there was a gun shot and one of the man who was holding her fell down to the ground, bleeding from his chest. That shocked everyone and two of the other men who were left moved their attention toward the gun direction, but at that very second one of them who was holding Ana was already shot as well. Ana stared at the man before her. It was Alexander. He literally just shot these two men in front of her. The entire time he became her bodyguard she did not think she ever saw him shooting anyone, the most he did was to knock out some of the men who nearly hurt her, but this time he was not

HIS ROYAL OBSESSION PART 1 Intro; BODYGUARD PROFILE: Name: Dorian Mirkov Age: 34 Role: Head Close Protection Operative / Personal Security Detail (PSD) newly contracted as the princess’s primary bodyguard. Status: Active Assignment — HIGH RISK

"We've been kidnapped?" "Yes." "Who are they after? You or me?" she asked. "I'm not sure," Noah replied, his voice deep and his tone grave. "But what is certain is that they are not ordinary people." Noah’s bodyguard was a retiree of special forces, and under normal circumstances, dealing with five or six thugs posed no problem. However, when he found the bodyguard, he was covered in injuries, each one potentially fatal. The assailant had displayed an alarming level of ruthlessness and precision, indicating a background in professional training.

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.

His big hands slid over her body, not the least bit shy about palming and touching her. He could do anything to her. Anything at all. Lust tinged with fear was still fear. No. What did she know about him? Marco Benally. Ex-Navy SEAL. Professional bodyguard. He had a few speeding tickets and a couple blips on his record, but in every altercation he'd been involved with he was the savior. The guy swooping in to try to help. He might be a bit of an ass and a lot of bad for her, but he wasn't a bad guy per se. He was exactly the kind of person she could let go with. This wasn't forever and ever amen, this was a night. A single connection. Meeting a need.

The other bodyguard is almost closed to me so, I rolled from left directions and kicked his left foot that made him kneeled and dropped the gun. I saw the other bodyguard in my peripheral vision holding a gun and it is pointed on me. I bend down and roll over to avoid his gun shot. I exactly stopped by in the bodyguard’s dead body that I killed a while ago. I grabbed his collar and stood up to make him my shield.

“Yeah... That’s why I brought my bodyguards instead, they could really throw some good punches.” Harrison’s bodyguards looked at me, and smiled. They were really tall and burly, their figures were really towering if they stood next to me. They were built like bodybuilders, with tanned skin and sleek bald heads. One of the bodyguards had a black goatee around his face, he looked like one of those scary villains in the superhero movies, but he was actually good enough to protect me and Amy. One of them looked at me and said, . "Everything is fine now. If that crazy felon did ever manage to come around again, just give us a call, we will definitely launch our way

Zachariah the bodyguard asked, looking back from where he sat on the front passenger seat. 'But I will say that the bodyguard he got me has me feeling things I shouldn’t be interested in.' Damon deep in his thoughts, failed to hear Zach's question. Zach is a professional bodyguard that protects high-profile celebrities and politicians. He is also a trained fighter and knows how to use any weapon at his disposal. If by chance he ever decided to forfeit the job of a bodyguard, then he will be situated for that of an assassin. "Mr Damon!" Zach called out loudly, startling Damon a bit. Damon fixed his gaze on Zach's whole body.