The Princess And The Bodyguard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Are you happy? Now that we are open?” I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I turned to him, crawled into his lap, my legs bracketing his thighs. His hands instinctively slid around my waist. I traced the line of his jaw with my finger, eyes locked on his. “You mean now that the world knows the crown prince is head-over-heels in love with his bodyguard-turned-billionaire-heartthrob?” He raised a brow. “That’s quite the title.” “It’s trending.” “Is it?”

Kingston answered casually and hated himself for it. “Lust… Lust, you say? That’s not what you said last night while thrusting inside me,” she snapped and grabbed his arm to turn him around. “Kingston Rossdale, turn and look at me, you bastard!” “There’s nothing more to add to this story, Your Royal Highness. We need to be realistic here. I’m your bodyguard, and you’re the Crown Princess, the heir to the throne of Deltora. What we had was one night and we need to leave it at that,” Kingston told her firmly, trying not to choke on his own words.

I continued envisioning different scenarios when I heard a knock at the infirmary door and saw the old witch Rhoda peek inside. “It is time.” She smiled evilly, looking at me and then glancing over to Bridgette. Moments later, four guards walked into the room and jerked the princess away from me and shoved me roughly aside. They began shacking her hands and feet with silver and I watched in horror as Bridgette stood tall, not affected by the poisonous silver in the slightest. I quickly raced over to Rhoda and pulled at her black woolen cape. “The princess was ill this morning. We should wait.” I said in an exasperated tone, however the old witch simply pulled my hand away from her cape and g

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Who could have thought that royal blood would end up getting auctioned as a sex slave? "If the girl is here, Shadow must've been looking for her," Clavier murmured to himself. "Follow the car on your left. Intercept it before we reach the highway." "Yes, sir," his bodyguard said from the driver's seat. After nearly an hour of chasing the car, the bodyguard managed to intercept the car, and it catapulted to the side. Clavier walked out of the car, heading to the car that carried the Princess earlier. He pried open the door and saw the client was bleeding out while the Princess was unconscious with a small wound on her forehead.

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”

I laugh as I knock the dirt from my pants. "I am here for the Princess," he growls at me, "and to kill you." "Well," I say with a smirk on my face. "It looks like you are going to have to make a hard decision. The Princess is in there and I am getting ready to leave. So will you save your precious witch or will you kill me." The fire has reached the porch of the pack house and the second story is going up in flames. The bodyguard punches me across the face as he looks at the burning building in front of him. "Where is she?" He growls angrily.

Slowly she walked there, crossing the maroon red carpet, accompanied by music that was Ed Sheeran's song titled Perfect. 'Oh God, I hope you don't punish me. I no longer consider my marriage to Dominic because now I'm in Gwyneth's body... So, don't say that my marriage to Axel is a sin. I need him to guide me, to survive in this strange new world,' she thought anxiously, continuing to look at Axel who occasionally wiped his eyes. 'Oh God, he's kind... He's a sweet and gentle man. Now I know I have a purpose in this body... A purpose to take care of him, to make him not know or feel the pain of losing his lover.'

The bodyguard nodded repeatedly, “I heard it, I heard it! We all heard it!” Jasper had a satisfied expression on his face. “Your Highness, you're not interested in Miss Marsh, are you?” Jasper glanced at him, “Are you going to snitch and report to my mother again?” “No, no, no, how could I dare to do that?” The bodyguard shook his head repeatedly, “I just want to remind you that you already have a designated princess. If you like Miss Marsh…” Jasper glared at him fiercely. “Shut up! What do you know?! She's a goddess incarnate, to gaze from afar but not to desecrate!”