The Bodyguard Parents Guide Novels & Stories

It was then that Mom suddenly arrived with a large entourage of bodyguards, surrounding everyone at the scene. She then ordered in a voice brimming with fury, "Go take down everyone here who picked on my daughter just now. Don't let a single one go! I'd like to see who thinks they're above the law here!" I watched Mom and Dad approach, my eyes instantly welling up with tears as a wave of hurt and grievance washed over me. In the meantime, the pair of beggars, intimidated by Mom and Dad's commanding presence, didn't dare stir up any more trouble. They instantly scrambled to their feet on all fours. They tried to slip through a gap in the crowd unnoticed, but the bodyguards blocked their path.

"Gabriel is barely of age." "But he is still of age! He killed two people and the other is hanging by a thread." Jackson swallowed hard, and I caught a glint of tears on his eyes. "Maybe this is the best for all of us. If Gabriel gets away with murder once, he might not have any qualms..." "You know Gabriel, Jackson," I said, stepping forward. "He is the sweetest boy. He can be a little reckless..." "Exactly." Jackson stood up. "Would you say the same thing if you were still Alpha Cole's bodyguard and all you see when you look at Gabriel is a young, untamed killer?"

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

The trio exchanged quiet looks, giving me the answer I needed to know. I slapped my forehead.“Jesus Christ.” “Having a bodyguard follow you everywhere 24/7 will only spark suspicion among the people so to avoid that, your grandfather decided we have a bodyguard pose as your partner, thereby reducing the risk of your life falling in danger.” Casa explained like this was one of those shitty lectures she attends in Cambridge. I sum everything they've told me and sighed. “So you’re telling me if I don’t marry my bodyguard, I lose my entire company?”

“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.”

Derek asked, his voice laced with fear. “…I can take you home safely,” Rafe offered, suddenly changing his mind out of guilt. “I don’t need you to take me home… I don't need that…”. Derek said urgently. “I need you”. Rafe stared at Derek’s sober face, his lips curling into a faint smile. For a moment, Derek thought he had accepted, but Rafe shattered his hope. “I can’t be a bodyguard and I never will,” he blurted. “Let’s get you home,” he added, gesturing for Derek to move.

No escape. Edward sat beside me while Ethan and Lewis sat across from us. The plane started moving. My fingers tightened around the seat. Edward noticed. “Nervous?” he asked calmly. “Yes.” He placed his hand on my thigh. “Relax. You’re safe with me.” The irony almost made me laugh. Safe with the man who killed my father. Safe with the man who hits me. Safe with the man who owns me. I forced a smile. “Yes.” Paris was beautiful. Bright streets. Tall buildings. Cold air. Soft lights. Everything looked like a dream. But I couldn’t enjoy it. Because Edward never left my side.

"That's okay, I'll get you a more experience and a better bodyguard." My dad's suggestions made me frown. I just explained how the last one was, almost getting me killed, getting himself killed and his first thought was another one. I am going to wake up with a migraine for sure. "Dad, I took him on alone. I took care of myself. " I whined, hating the idea that he was buying me yet another one. I'd got to complain on this one. I'd listened and obeyed all his directions, but I did not want another bodyguard."You're my diamond. I thought you self defense, you are to use it in only rare cases. I'm getting you a bodyguard and last. that's "He says making me moan.We have that in common. We're bot

she asked, her voice cold. “Yes, I have,” Emily replied cautiously. “He’s my boyfriend, Mom.” Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “You do realize that family expectations come first? You can’t just throw your future away for a fling.” Emily felt her heart race. “It’s not a fling. Tyler cares about me, and I care about him.” “You need to think about what’s best for you and for our family,” Mrs. Hudson insisted, her voice rising. “You know how people talk. You don’t want to become the subject of gossip, do you?”

But already judging from the way he was beating around the bush that she was definitely, just as he said, not going to like what she was about to hear. "This is Asher Adams" her father said finally. "He's going to be your bodyguard from now on. Kimberly's eyes widened in disbelief. The water she had just swallowed went down the wrong pipe and she began to choke. She started to cough and it took some seconds to finally calm her down.