The Bodyguard Series Novels & Stories

“Do I look like I have a phone? Yours is at the bottom of the river, remember?” “Good. Then we’re off the grid.” I studied him, trying to piece him together. The way he moved—quiet, efficient—wasn’t something you learned from corporate security. “You said you’re a bodyguard. What were you before that?” He hesitated, just a second, before answering. “Army. Special operations.” That explained a lot—the reflexes, the precision, the lack of panic when the world exploded. “Why’d you quit?” I asked.

His scream had not even finished before his body was sent flying into the wall. The thug holding the dagger tried to attack again. Arka caught his wrist, and the dagger clattered onto the floor. The man's body was spun around before being hurled into two other thugs. All three crashed to the ground together. Arka was no longer holding back. He was no ordinary bodyguard anymore. He was the former combat commander of the Garuda Fang Unit. His movements were brutal, fast, and lethal. In less than a minute, every thug was lying on the ground.

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?

said the Bodyguard who was standing near the pillar. "Do not!" cried Sarah with a sharp look. "But Oskar could run away... He's running from trouble... And that means Mr. Evans should know," said the Bodyguard who was wearing a black suit. "I said don't call Evans!" Sarah confirmed, was about to take the Bodyguard's cell phone but the Bodyguard immediately dodged. It irritated her greatly, feeling like she wasn't being guarded but restrained. "You guys are just here to take care of me... You don't need to report to Evans just because Oskar didn't come back! you can only contact him if Oskar hurts me!"

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.

His companion, Rolex, was slightly shorter but exuded a treacherous vibe. "We are your new bodyguards, Ms. Jada," Rob stated. "Our boss has issued a direct order for your protection, and we're here to ensure your safety." "All of you?" she mumbled under her breath. The words escaped her lips before she could stop them. Side-eyeing his partner, Rolex took a step forward, his gaze unyielding. "Yes, ma'am. Our boss doesn't want to take any chances-"

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

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

Once inside he cranks the heater on. "Why are you here right now," I find my voice, "are you keeping tabs on me?" The thought annoys me. "Sometimes I check in Andrea, why wouldn't I? You're under my protection" he steers away from the school. "Its overbearing". "Its necessary". "Why? How is having a personal bodyguard normal and how are you not freaking out more about the GIANT wolf?" That was the question I was more curious about.

I say, wondering how I am going to escape from here. "You're really something." He says with a sigh. "What do you mean?" I ask curiously. "Just don't do that ever again. I'm trying to work seriously. I don't have time for your nonsense." He says sternly. I frown, "You shouldn't use me as you please. I was only assigned as your bodyguard, not your assistant." "How much am I paying you?" He says. "£3000. Why?" I say in confusion. "Isn't that too much for a bodyguard? I think at most it would be £1000. So why can't I use you for the amount I am paying you?"