The Princess And The Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Althea clenched her fist and her lips quivered Lydia looked at her with a worried and sad gaze, she wished all this was a dream and that her princess wasn’t going to marry the Baron but sadly it’s not a dream. This is reality, a sad and painful one at that. The princess's birthday that was supposed to start a new faze in her life became a nightmare. Althea gripped her royal garment hard as tears rolled down her eyes, her whole body went cold..

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

I added. "Yes my princess, I'm yours" ****

Her hand was soft as feathers in mine, the contact sending a rush of electricity through my body. "Let's just say I'm into the princesses and damsels in distress." "You sleazeball." But she was smiling, pouty pink lips tugging up at the corners, and I was enchanted. She was, still is, the most stunning woman I've ever met. "Protecting them is part of what soldiers do." "Whoa." A manicured hand shot up to cover the 'o' of her mouth. "You've got really cool stuff going on, G I Joe. By the way thank you so much for my wallet…"

He had the heir position, the respect from his father, and the man who was supposed to control him now bent over for him when he wanted. But as the meeting ended, one of the captains got a call. His face went white. “What is it?” the Don asked. “The Morettis just hit one of our clubs in the city. Twenty dead. They left a message. For the prince.” Leo’s blood ran cold. Kai stepped closer, hand on his gun. “What message?” The captain swallowed. “They said the prince’s new toy will not save him. They know about the bodyguard.” Leo looked at Kai. The heat between them suddenly felt like a weakness.

Becoming “Princess Abby” doesn’t happen with a ceremony. It happens in a hallway. It happens when servants bow before you’ve even had water. When guards stop asking and start informing. When people look at your throat first and your face second. It happens when Adrian has to leave because he’s Adrian, because the realm doesn’t pause for anyone’s heat and the bond stretches like a living thing between my ribs and his.

“You weren't required to. The fact that you are here is the greatest gift that can be bestowed upon me.” “You are really good with words,” she said and turned her head and called her bodyguard, “bring me the parcel.” “Yes, Your Highness.” They resumed their refreshments until the bodyguard returned with three bags. She was curious as to what was inside. The female bodyguard placed the bags on top of the wooden table in the gazebo, and the princess opened the first bag to reveal a large box, which she handed over to her. “Open it,” the princess instructed.

Harry said. "If I came too late that time, I'm sure you two will get to be imprisoned without a proper investigation." "But still you came. So no worries." She smiles sheepishly. "This is a small celebration too for the three of us." "Why?" Jeff furrowed his brows. "Because we are together now. Harry, as my brainless assistant..." Harry swallowed hard as she addressed him. She put some shrimps on his plate. "But very caring and obedient." She smiled at him. "And for you, Mr. Jeff Carlton A.K.A Jeffrey Court..." She put some grilled meat on his plate. "As my very arrogant and cold-hearted bodyguard."

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.