The Bodyguard Parents Guide Novels & Stories

After receiving the instructions, the bodyguards increased their force, and the three individuals were continually pushed and shoved, screaming and soon becoming disoriented, foaming at the mouth. Zedd watched from the side, desperately trying to cover his eyes, but the bodyguards restrained him, and he could do nothing but watch his mother collapse to the ground in a faint. Shawn's primary bodyguard, Sanders, crouched down and wiped the snot and tears from Zedd's face, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Little buddy, you're still young, so we won't lay a hand on you now. But remember, if you ever try to deceive someone again, or if your parents misbehave with others, I'll make sure y

My protective father has been our bodyguard since morning, he hardly spoke a word to me or my mum but he is doing his bodyguard job solo well. My mum's words, not mine, he opens our doors for us when we are getting out of the car and when we are getting in the car. We have our security team always following us but my God is acting as a driver and a bodyguard which is wired. My mum said he is behaving that way because he doesn't want to risk my safety.

Perry tried to lighten up the mood, and I couldn’t help but smile at the support system that I had. “So what did you tell mom and dad for them to let their youngest child come all the way here without a bodyguard?” I’ve noticed; these past few months that the secret bodyguards my parents appointed to tail me, became lesser in numbers, and I assumed Izzy had them as well. “You know mom and dad gave me bodyguards. I just have no idea where they are now, but I bet they’re somewhere around here eating pizza or something. You know those guys love it when we go to the mall because it’s like a rest day for them too.”

Chapter 1: Teasing Guards Until They Snap I knew exactly what I was doing. My dad is one of the richest men in the city, and that means I never go anywhere without protection. Three big, mean-looking bodyguards follow me everywhere—Marcus, Jax, and Rico. They’re all ex-military, tall, muscular, and built like they could break a man in half without trying. Dad pays them a fortune to keep me safe. But tonight, I didn’t want to be safe. I wanted to be used.

he said with a small nod, setting down his fork. I slid back into my seat, curiosity buzzing louder now. My mother’s gaze darted between them, assessing silently as she always did. Then came the words I wasn’t expecting. “Naeva,” my father said, gesturing toward the stranger. “This is Malik. Your new bodyguard.” The words dropped like stones in my stomach. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. “My what?” “Bodyguard,” he repeated, as casually as if he were introducing a new tutor.

He said calmly while his hands are clasped together. “Dad!” I said but he look at me with a warning that made mom dragged me back to my seat. “I don’t need a bodyguard! Mom tell dad please.” I look at mom but she just shook her head and didn’t say anything. “You’re mom and I made a decision to get you a bodyguard. This will put us in ease and this will prevent you from doing anything stupid. They will report to me and they will be around where you can’t see them, there’s no stopping us and we’re jsut here to inform that to you.”

The sudden aggression left her stunned. “Excuse me, what’s going on here?” the building's security guard intervened, his voice firm as he stepped forward to protect Abigail. He had noticed the rough way her parents were handling her. “Stay out of this. We’re her parents. We have every right to do what we want,” Abigail’s mother snapped, her tone sharp and dismissive. The guard hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

“Not like it’s a bad thing. Lots of us know what it’s like to have bodyguards or security or whatever.” “Just not here, at school,” Dean finishes. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I was only making a joke.” “It’s okay. Yeah, my dad is super overprotective.” I roll my eyes and try to laugh it off, and it’s obvious from their expressions they can relate.

“If she were, she wouldn’t have run away that day.” His mother exhaled slowly, but she didn’t relent. “You need a bodyguard. Someone with you twenty‑four-seven. Your life is always in danger. You’re the CEO of the Harrison Group, and there are too many people trying to bring you down. You refuse all bodyguards. She’s perfect at what she does, and I trust her.” Zane’s expression shifted—a tiny flicker beneath all that steel. “What if she refuses the job?” “She has accepted it,” his mother replied. “Whatever would make her refuse the job would be you .”

I felt hope. Mom guided me up the front steps and into the foyer. The house smelled like pine and cinnamon, like every winter holiday of my childhood. The familiar portraits lined the walls—generations of Alphas watching with varying degrees of severity. I’d spent my whole youth trying to live up to their legacy, and then I’d thrown it away for a man who saw me as disposable. Never again. “Oh, before I forget.” Mom paused at the base of the grand staircase, turning to face me with barely contained excitement. “There’s someone I want you to meet. Your new bodyguard.”