The Student Guardians Are Obsessed With Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked quickly sensing our disinterest in a drawn out chit chat. “Vince, bro, no…this isn’t a social call. Our training is done here. We aren’t coming back, at least not without Ellie. The prophecy has sped up. We will be taking on the role as her Guardian Knights,” Bronx barked at him. I could feel Bronx’s anxiety through our triplet connection. All three of us were fighting to keep it together as we made last minute preparations to leave. Blaze, Bullet and Banshee had been snapping and growling insistently since the “calling” started.

My voice is heavy. "Oh?" Patrick utters sardonically. "Butler Lucas, Mrs. Einstein, Bill, and Red . . ." I shiver at the mention of my bodyguard's name from my own lips. "They're mine and you're never going to touch them; you promised me this, Patrick." "Maybe I did, Mia. But that depends on you and how you behave. The choice is yours, sweetheart; you either leave that place, or he loses his job. Both he and Bill," Patrick tells me and I don't doubt his honesty.

“My mate is speaking the truth. And you saw firsthand what it means to be under his protection. He takes it very seriously.” “You can trust us, Maeve.” Quinn says to her. “We won’t let you down again.” Malin says to her. “You’re in a house full of Guardians, Maeve. I may be young, but even I have the power of the Guardians.” Reagan says to her. Maeve looks at all of them, then at me, before looking back at my father. “What do you want to know.” “First, where are Meadow and Tate?” She gives me a side-eye glance, looking down.

I smirked and smoothly stood up, relieved that everything was back to normal and my dick would no longer be displayed to the whole class. "Uhmm... I... sorry, could you repeat the question? I wasn't paying attention." I said to Mr James. "Hey Mac, what's up with you? Why are you so unfocused lately? Mr James asked me. "One thing about Mr. James is that he can be like a guardian sometimes." Yeah, it's not shocking that he's not getting any younger. Time keeps moving for all of us. I complained, already getting annoyed by his conversations, "You didn't let me answer the damn question before you went full 'guardian' on me."

I want him to understand that I can’t afford to get a hotel room. “I have a place here,” he says and I’m not sure what sound I make or what he heard, but he pulls me to a stop, still having a hold on my wrist. “I’m not going to hurt you. You probably don’t know what a Guardian is, but I’m the son, brother, and friend of very powerful women called Guardians. The name is exactly what you were expect. Guardians protect those who can’t protect themselves.” “Who got married?” I ask, sounding absolutely stupid.

I pleaded. “I’m truly sorry, but I can’t do that,” he said firmly. I stared at him more carefully, and then the realization hit me. I suddenly remembered where I had seen him before. He was one of the custodians dressed in cloaks—the same men who had been present on the night I spent with the Beast. My heart immediately began pounding. Without thinking, I reached for the car door, completely disregarding the fact that the vehicle was still moving. The moment my fingers touched the handle, the Custodian reacted.

The two werewolves guards were wearing an annoyed expression, and they walked with loud steps to where Lexa was. Lexa already covered her face with her white pillow and turned her back to them, the moment the guards entered her room forcefully. She didn't want them to see her current state. " How dare you not answer us?!" One of the werewolves guard said with a deep tone, and he huffed. But Lexa didn't answer and just ignored them. This made them even more enraged. Most of the servants in the Alpha's house didn't like Lexa at the start, and this was now their chance to make her feel just how much they actually despised her.

I didn't talk to Drake because I didn't want to burst out but he didn't seem to get the clue at all. "Look, I understand the point that you have made, not to meddle in your business. I am not trying to meddle in your business. This is part of my work as your guardian. I need to know when you are fine and when you are not. Your father asked me to make sure that you are fine all the time." I could not help but let a scoff escape my lips. Did he think he was talking to a two-year-old baby?

I enjoyed reading for longer hours than for a mere fifteen minutes as I used to do before. When the lesson’s had ended with Mr Phenyo, a new teacher by the name of Kaila Soldaat who preferred being called Miss Soldaat, came into the class and informed all the students that she would be teaching us combat. Mika was filled with excitement, he seemed to enjoy the fighting part, but I suspected that it was much more than that. Combat lessons were taking place in the stealth training ground, an area where all guardians would train themselves to better their fighting skills. Kaila had asked Mika to assist her in handing out notes to the entire class. Ever since that occurrence, Mika never misse