Vanny X Security Guard Novels & Stories

the guard informed me gruffly. "I-" I looked around nervously as I held up the box that held the earrings, "I am here to give the missus her earrings back. It's important." "Miss Quarsiekiev?" He asked, "We have to ask her, madam." I nodded as I waited for the guard to ring her. He spoke something in the phone in a foreign language, nodded a couple of times and kept down the receiver. "You may go inside madam." I nodded and made my way into the beautiful manor.

Rookie mistake. But I wasn’t going to let that derail me. Not today. Not when I had way bigger things on my plate. Like moving into my fake fiancé’s penthouse. “I believe that’s the last luggage, ma’am,” Maverick, Nikolai’s other driver/bodyguard/security wizard/all-around polite man, said, snapping me out of my internal meltdown. I blinked, glancing at the sleek black SUV. “Oh. Uh, yeah. That’s it. Thanks, Maverick.” I forced a small smile and tried not to look like I was about to crawl out of my skin.

She watched the Laurent family disappear into the building before slowly shaking her head. Some people never learned. The security guard approached her again, but this time there was something different in his expression. Something ugly. "If you really want to get inside..." His gaze lingered on her. "...maybe we can work something out." Vessara's eyes turned cold. "Take your hands off me." The moment he reached toward her, Vessara knocked his arm aside. Hidden from view, two slender silver daggers slid into her hand. A flash of steel. Then—

"Go, Anna, and may God be with you. Remember, you're not alone in this fight." "We're not going to take any chances with your safety, Anna," Harvey said, his voice firm and protective. "I've arranged for a team of security personnel to come here and watch over you. There's one gardener, two security men, and a domestic servant on their way. They're all part of my security team, and they'll be with you at all times to keep you safe." I felt a surge of gratitude towards Harvey, but I knew that Nanny Victoria might not be comfortable with the idea.

“How did you think of Dwayne? He's an actor, not a bodyguard. Unless he had a whole change of career, in that case he can also rearrange my organs.” “Really, Raphaella?” Betty called in a judging tone, Raphaella knew Betty was rolling her eyes at her over the phone. Sue her, but Dwayne Johnson is one hot hunk that no girl could resist. “That's not the point, my new bodyguard is Sebastian,” Raphaella revealed and she was met with silence on the other end. “Betty? Are you there?...” “No way!” Betty exclaimed, the disbelief rolling off her voice. “The Sebastian you lost your virginity to at the resort who left cash for you like you’re a prostitute?”

Choosing his perfect family over the daughter who'd almost died. The realization settled over me like ice water, and I understood with perfect clarity that I was completely alone in this. Vincent might acknowledge me as his daughter, might give me a title and an office, but when it came down to it, I was still the outsider. Still the bastard child who didn't really belong. "I understand perfectly," I said quietly, turning my face away from him. "Good. I've increased your security detail as a precaution." His tone shifted to something more businesslike. "Two additional guards will be with you at all times in addition to Turner. They're professionals, former military, highly trained. No one wi

On top of the list was Wu Jin who would be the captain of their security detail. CEO Monroe read the list of bodyguards and smiled. "Alphonse is good father" he commented as he noticed that his son only picked the best from their security personnel. Wu Jin, Tanya Yvanoff, Carter Brown, Bianca Soriano and Fiona Xu were trained some from the Monroe security training while others were former special ops.

Jinyan leaned down, pressing their forehead against Panni's, blocking the door with the sheer bulk of their body. “You have it. I’ve got the ten seconds,” Jinyan vowed, the breath ragged. The doorknob began to turn. Jinyan didn't move. Jinyan simply stared at Panni, sharing a final, silent moment of commitment in the face of imminent exposure. The promise was clear: I will protect you. The door burst inward, hitting Jinyan’s shoulder with a sickening thud. A massive security guard—not Jinyan’s typical personnel, but one of Jinyan's father's heavy-set private enforcers—stood in the doorway, weapon drawn, illuminated by the harsh emergency light.

The glass in her other hand tilted, champagne dripping onto the floor. “Touch her,” Vincent said softly, his voice like velvet over steel, “and you’ll regret it.” The words sank into the silence like stones into still water. No one spoke. No one moved. Anna’s fingers tightened around her glass. The muscles in her jaw flexed once, so quickly it could have been missed, before her face smoothed back into a perfect, neutral mask. Vincent released Janette’s wrist, expression unreadable, and turned slightly. “Julian.” As if on cue, Julian appeared at his side, already on the phone. One nod, a few quiet words, and within seconds, two security guards strode in from the corridor.

Three hours later, Vanya called me back, and she sounded much happier. "Richmond, you're not going to believe this," she said. "Two security guards just showed up at my workshop. They said the city has started a new program to protect small businesses that have been targeted by vandalism." "That's great," I said, trying to sound surprised. "Did they seem professional?" "Very professional. They're going to patrol my workshop and my house, and they're installing additional security cameras. I feel so much safer already." I felt a wave of relief knowing that Vanya was now protected by the best security team money could buy.