The Bodyguard Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Should I just go straight to the point and be like; "Yes! I hired Drake Hughen to be my personal bodyguard during my short vacation to boost your assurance. I know you won't let me go by myself or even leave me at the mercy of a randomly hired bodyguard. So I did what's best and you're not gonna stop me, Dad. End of story."

My bodyguard 1 I remember the day Knox arrived like it was etched into my skin with a hot blade. My parents had been paranoid ever since that creep started sending those letters—twisted little notes slipped under the door of our estate, promising he'd come for me soon. I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, living off Daddy's—no, my father's—credit cards and the endless parties that came with being the heiress to a tech fortune. Freedom was my drug, and now it was being ripped away because some psycho thought he owned a piece of me.

His voice echoed in my head, I shuddered at the thought of him whispering in my ear. Fuck me. I'm clearly in deep shit with my dad, and here I sat thinking of a man whose face I barely saw. “Do you hear me?” “What?” I asked snapping back to reality. “I'm putting out an announcement for a bodyguard. You can do the interview yourself,” he said, finally sighing. For once I listened to my father. “Okay,” I agreed, a small smile playing on my lips. After all, I was a useful asset, and my safety was of paramount importance.

I quickly nodded. “I understand,” I said quietly. “I’d be foolish to refuse after what happened yesterday.” Dad’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Good. The bodyguard will drive you everywhere from now on. He goes where you go. No exceptions.” I pushed my plate slightly and looked at my father, trying to sound casual. “So… who’s this bodyguard of mine?” Dad didn’t even hesitate. He took a sip of water and answered calmly, “Of course I picked the strongest out of all my men. Arnold Black Russo.”

"Survival is the ability to swim in strange water." -Frank Herbert- *** There was a bit of silence inside the car before Ana started a conversation after she had stabilized herself a bit. She was not supposed to be surprised when she heard that, because he did have a military past and if her father recruited her to be a bodyguard it must mean he was working straight from the field. Lots of things could happen in places like that so it only made sense, but it was still weird that people could kill others without any consequence, although in this case, it was an act of self-defense.

For some reason, he was glad that the resemblance ended there. Leonard looked closely at their new “bodyguard” as his mother showed him around. He knew the situation was serious, more than his mother let him believe. Someone was after them or, more precisely, his mother. He took his time assessing Julian Turner. The man was built like a tank, and that gave him assurance that no one would get to his mother as long as Julian was around.

a voice yelled and pulled me before I was run over by the car. I stumbled to the ground, my head resting on chest of this strange figure. When I raised my head to him, I was met with a set of dangerous blue eyes staring back at me. Short brown hair, tight jaw and a bit of a mustache, he was gorgeous. I had no idea men like this could be bodyguards, he would excel more if he were a model. He gently pulled me off the ground, and before I knew it, I was spun around. The sound of a gunshot flew past my ears, blood splattered on my face.

Although she didn't feel safe either, she remembered a piece of news she heard a long time ago: “Emily, I remember a friend of my father who owned a chain of restaurants. He recommended that my parents invest in a robust security scheme similar to the one that protected him. Well, my father listened to him in part; that's why he hired Mike, a tall and obese bodyguard. He looked like a wall; we called him the fat guard. Anyway, the complicated thing was that his own bodyguards were the ones who handed him over to the kidnappers. That was disgusting. Well, he was very good to everyone; he had a foundation for street children, and he treated all his employees very well.”

she insisted. “What if it's just a prank or a trap or something? I told you to let the bodyguards handle it. We should be cautious!” Sandra scolded her best friend. They were given body guards for a reason and they should never trust their surroundings to act unguarded. However, Bammie just rolled her eyes, "Your father was just exaggerated!" “Jeez. Sandra! We're not in a movie or drama, and we don't have enemy to do bad things to us. Even you having bodyguards still didn't make sense to me," she shook her head.

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.