Romans & histoires The Bodyguard Series

"Unofficially, I think half of them are going to be telling this story for years. Bodyguard falls for the client, breaks every rule in the company handbook, and still manages to save everyone anyway. It's the kind of thing that becomes legend around the office." Something in me wanted to argue the point, old habit rebelling against the idea of becoming office legend for exactly the failure I had spent four years trying to avoid repeating. But looking at Sera beside me, exhausted and alive and unmistakably mine in every way that mattered, I found I could not muster much genuine objection to how the story would be told.

the bodyguard had report Lucas had no choice but to postpone his meeting so he could go stop his foolish son from embarrassing the family and landing himself in the news. "Gosh," he muttered, irritation coursing through him as the driver made his way to the casino. Upon arrival, the bodyguard was already at the entrance, waiting to receive Lucas. "Sir, this way," the bodyguard said, leading him inside. Inside, Liam was a drunken mess, covered in liquor and yelling at the top of his voice. "Do you know who I am? I’m the heir to the fucking Wells empire!" Liam bellowed. "Liam!" Lucas roared, immediately capturing his son’s attention.

This one looked hardened, and the black sunglasses on his face completed his look. He walked over to me when I got near the vehicle. He bowed. “Mr —” “You're the new babysitter?” He looked up sharply. I guess he must have raised his brows. There was no way to tell because of those damned sunglasses. “I… I don't understand, sir.” “The new babysitter, AKA the bodyguard,” I clarified, getting pissed already. I knew he wasn't to blame, but I just couldn't help it. “Oh.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “Yes, sir. I'm the temporary bodyguard. I'll stay with you until tomorrow, when —”

Her face heated when the memory flashed in her mind. “Good morning, Mr Lopes. My name is Isaiah Wilson, part-owner of Global Security, and this is Palmer Burris. He’ll be one of the bodyguards charged to protect your daughter.” Palmer gave a curt nod; his hands clasped behind him. Hearing the news that Palmer–the man she had earth shattering sex with last night–was now her bodyguard, Natalie’s knees nearly buckled under her. She faltered to the nearest lounge sofa and plunked down. Her eyes finding refuge in the scene of high-rise buildings, their windows reflecting the morning sun.

He leaned in doorways like sin incarnate and made comments designed to scrape beneath my skin. “I could die of boredom before the assassins find me,” he said at one point, sprawled in the kitchen doorway while I assembled something resembling dinner. “Or dehydration. You’re not exactly the nurturing type.” I set a glass of water in front of him harder than necessary. He smiled like I’d just proven his point. “You know, I used to think bodyguards were supposed to be stoic and silent, yes, but also maybe...charming. Protective. Swept up in the fantasy of it all. You’re very disappointing, Noah.”

The other bodyguard is almost closed to me so, I rolled from left directions and kicked his left foot that made him kneeled and dropped the gun. I saw the other bodyguard in my peripheral vision holding a gun and it is pointed on me. I bend down and roll over to avoid his gun shot. I exactly stopped by in the bodyguard’s dead body that I killed a while ago. I grabbed his collar and stood up to make him my shield.

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.

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.

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

His single eyebrow slit looks hot, as well as his slicked-back hair. Will quickly looks down, where Tyler is still massaging his fingers. His eyes wander for a moment until they rest on some scars around Tyler's forearm and the palm of his hand. "Where did you get those?" he asks. "I'm a bodyguard," Tyler stops the water and helps wipe Will's hand, "I sacrifice my body for the protection of others," Will frowns, "Do you like the job?" Tyler hums, "It pays pretty well, and I met good people there,"