The Bodyguard Parents Guide Novels & Stories

He fakes a smile and chooses to stay silent. "What are you doing here, Grayson?" Kian's mother asks, "Do you have someone admitted here?" "Eden," Kian replies instead, "Grayson is the head bodyguard of his family," "Oh!" she looks at him with wide eyes, "You must be someone important. How is Eden, by the way? It pains me to know that he's hurt," "He's doing better," replies Grayson, "His wound is healing well," "Good," they arrive at the reception hall, and Kian's mother calls a taxi.

Let’s see how the bodyguard does. 'What the fuck is my father thinking about giving me a bodyguard?' Damon thought, while looking at the fast departing figures of various buildings and structures, through his car window. 'I'm not six years old, I am a grown man who knows how to take care of himself. Just because he’s my dad and he spoils me with riches, doesn’t mean he should treat me like a child.' "Is there any problem Mr Damon?" Zachariah the bodyguard asked, looking back from where he sat on the front passenger seat.

And the best part of all– I could enjoy a peaceful night walk. The binding on my chest now felt normal. I struggled for a few months at the start. It's not that I didn’t enjoy being a woman. It's something I had to do. My father was a bodyguard to the biggest and the scariest Alpha in the country. My dear father took a big loan from him and ran away with his “lover” leaving my mother, my little brother and I to pay the debt.

“I know we’re not the most typical parents compared to other families, but having two working parents is a lot more common now than you might think.” Max shook his head. “Dad, it’s not that. Of course I’m not embarrassed of you or Mum. You’re my parents, I love you.” Damon smiled warmly as Max spoke, feeling the knot in his chest disappear. “It’s just that most kids don’t have their parents spying on them in their lessons.” Damon raised his eyebrows. “Who says we’re going to be spying on you? I’m sure your mum has some business to do with the center and she could need my diplomacy.”

My parents, however, stiffened, and while they were usually pretty easygoing when it came to meeting foreigners, Ajax was going to be my new bodyguard, one expected to be trained and skilled in the decorum of our country should he need to travel with me. The other bodyguard said something to him in a low voice, and Ajax turned back to us, his expression evening out like a switch had flipped. “I apologize for not bowing and for turning to show my back,” he said smoothly. “I’ve been distracted with a case and—” Without even turning to look, I could tell my mother was frowning. “I hope your distractions do not stop you from protecting our son.”

"Why?" "You ask me why?" Gosh, Abby is so dramatic. "What if someone overhears you and decides to adopt the idea? If your dad pays your ransom, that person hits a jackpot. Now that I think of it..." She struck a thinking pose. "Maybe your dad should hire a bodyguard. Yesterday, I could swear I saw someone trailing us. He looked bald and-" "Okay Abby, we get it. I am not as safe as before. But I am still going to be fine." I assured her. "But please, do not discuss the bodyguard topic with my Dad, he will jump at the idea."

I confess. "First of all Nathalie..." He called me by my full name, he's pissed. "...your bodyguards are only there to protect you, they do not report any of your movements to us." "What?" My mouth is wide open in shock. They don't make reports to my parents about my movements? "Your dad is right Nath," Mom says softly. "We believe that you are old enough to make the right choices without any interference from us." My eyes tear up. "I thought..."

Wisconsin's voice, "Vee stand up first, I'm going to meet your new bodyguard." I opened the door after gently approaching it. I don't want a bodyguard anymore; it's boring. "What?" He paused in his conversation to look at me. He raised an eyebrow at me, asking his Daddy, "Who is he?" "James Villianuevva, meet your new bodyguard." Are you serious, Dad? This is my new bodyguard. You'll get along with her, especially if you go shoe shopping and when it comes to makeup, so I'm sure you will like her.

Em appeared in the arch of the hallway, visibly agitated. “What is it?” Mia and I asked in unison. The room became quiet, like the flipping of a switch. Em’s jaw clenched and the muscles in the side of his face pulsated. “Your parents,” Em said, looking at me. “They’re sending a bodyguard Saturday to take you back to your home.” I stood. “Mia told me. She said she’d try to stop them.” El Patrȯn ran his hand through his hair and made a growling noise.

I suggested, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction. Then, my dad asked, "How are you doing with your new bodyguard?" Dear World, are you playing tricks on me or something? Sincerely, a startled human. Suddenly, an image flashed in my mind: me on top of Lennox in the backseat of my car. Since all three of them hired bodyguards to protect their children, I was almost certain they would interpret ‘you're with your bodyguard’ as ‘Lennox Burke took advantage of you’—and that wasn't true at all.