The Boyguard Novels & Stories

They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want. "Haha! Sorry! I think you misinterpreted me. I don't play with girls. It sounds gay. Girls should be love and take care of, not to play and hurt." I was caught off guard. I did not expect that he will say that. Well, I still found him boring so I ignored him but he stays by my side. He does not drink. He just watches me drink. Well! I don't care. I know I'm pretty, so I am worth staring at.

The guards turned their heads to look at him. "Children aren't supposed to be here. Go back to your parents." "See, guys, that's the thing. I'm like so so lost, I mean like insanely lost" the guards looked at each other, both confused and not really buying his statement. "If you don't leave now, we're going to take you down to the police station, and they'll deal with you," the boy gulped; the nervousness could be heard in his voice. "Guys, i-i really need your help right now. I'm just a small little boy with no sense of direction-!" The guard took out a baton, and the boy ran off in a different direction, not towards the wall but further around the prison.

I growled coldly, disconnecting the line. Taking a second more, I rushed to our group text, typing furiously to her, “Take care of yourself, baby girl. We will be home soon.” As I looked up into the eyes of Benji and Baylor, I know I needed to stay calm for them but we all felt it. The “calling” of the Guardian Knights never failed to let us know when the one we are destined to protect is in danger. “It’s different this time, Bronx, it’s stronger,” Baylor whispered, his voice filled with regret and anguish. “I know but we must trust that Dad taught Ellie how to protect herself, we’ll be home soon, boys,” I replied as I walked out of the door with them in tow. Please Moon Goddess, watch over

Actually, Ida didn't expect that a kid as young as this would know how to operate a phone talkless of putting a call across. "It's my chief of bodyguards," the little boy smiled. "You are such a big boy, you even have many bodyguards," Ida teased and the boy blushed," I will use my bodyguards to protect you in case anyone wants to bully you." Ida blushed, "aww... that's so kind of you," She hugged the little one and then, the door opened and two guards ran quickly towards them and dropped the keyboard before them. "Is it okay here or is there a room that will be comfortable for us to play?" Beau asked.

“He yielded. I don’t kill those who surrender.” Oakley snorted but said nothing. More blood coated the ground and I felt bile rise up my throat. As we pushed through the crowd, I suddenly spotted Ben. The young boy held a pickaxe in his trembling hands and he followed closely behind another adult miner. A guard leaped in front of them, and in a split second, he tore out the miner’s throat. Poor, timid Ben shook with fear, holding his pickaxe up in a feeble attempt to defend himself, but the guard growled again, kicking the young man to the ground. The boy groaned as he hit hard, and my stomach twisted in alarm.

They relax a little when Sebastain walks away. “So…” I start. “What do you guys do all day?” I ask. A couple of the more outgoing looking guards step forward, a boy and a girl that kind of look like siblings. They both have the same light brown eyes with matching hair, and cute button noses. The girl has a splash of freckles on her face that the boy doesn't, but otherwise they could be twins. “Honestly, unless there’s a threat, which there isn’t most days, we just run around in circles.” The boy says with a goofy smile. I chuckle a little as the girl elbows him in the side.

I growled each word, emphasizing that I was ready to kill them if needed. At first, they didn’t do as I said, so to prove my point, I pressed onto the man’s neck that was on the ground. Jerking my hips and leg at the same time, I snapped the man's neck effortlessly. The two guards glanced at each other and then at the others who had just arrived. They looked young, which meant they were likely new to joining Arion’s group. Both guards released Azura and fled the room. I nodded my head at Kellan to let them go, as they weren’t my concern. Azura moved toward me, and I grabbed her in my arms.

Or rather, much like Brax did before he discovered Layla and Rebecca weren’t myths after all. “They did the last time I checked,” Dylan answered. “There’s no protection here.” Dylan alerted the rest of the warriors to remain vigilant as the gate slid open. A young boy, about thirteen or fourteen, opened the gate, not a warrior. He didn’t look capable of dealing with intruders if this was an ambush. How the hell was Erik running things in his pack? “They’re sending kids to the gate?” Dylan asked when the boy waved them through. When both of their cars drove through, the boy closed the gate again and locked a heavy chain to secure it. But that chain wouldn’t stop anyone—not a witch and certain

“Because for once, the pack doesn’t need my claws. It needs my *heart*.” He stepped into the circle. Rowan reached for him. “No! There has to be another way!” Callen smiled. “You’re the other way, kid. Now go live like it matters.” The boy Ashen stepped toward him, and the moment their hands touched, a golden thread passed between them. The Vault trembled. And began to close. The Watcher raised his hand to stop it But the Pale Guard moved first. They blocked him. Knelt again. And laid down their blades.

Then the other guard laid a hand on his colleague's shoulder and muttered something his ear that made him loosen his grip on the boy and step back. He waved a hand in dismissal, indicating the boy could go. The boy hesitated, then took careful steps backward before turning to walk away. I tensed as the guard lifted his gun again, firing at the boy's feet and making him jump. He continued to fire as the boy started to run, laughing as he did so. His colleague shoved him and spread his hands in a ‘what the hell’ gesture, and he shrugged. I marked his face. He was going down first.