Vanny X Security Guard Novels & Stories

“Hey, you.” Vic raised her gaze and recognized the guard, someone who had once accompany her in the past. However, it was clear that he did not remember her. “Who are you? What are you doing in front of the gate?” he inquired. She felt the urge to explain that she was there to see the Red family, but she was acutely aware of the strict security measures in place. "Hello, I'm Vic," she introduced herself. The guard looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Jonathan hadn't warned her off the room per se, but he'd said there were dangerous things found within. But Jonathan was in there already. Just once, she went against her better judgement. So, what if there were other vampires in there? She was an Alpha, a pure one of her own battalion. Even without her clan Marks, she was no slouch when it came to dealing with creature's. The Alpha woman began walking towards the office, the light patter of her guard trailing along the ceiling following close at hand. If there was a serious danger, the guard would protect her as well.

She stepped forward, walking toward the exit. “If they’re watching… we give them something to see.” He followed her outside. Security was tighter than before. Guards stationed at every point. Vehicles lined up. Controlled. Protected. Contained. Alexander reached for her arm lightly. “You’re not going anywhere without security.” Vanessa stopped walking. Turned to him. “And you’re not going to tell me what I can or can’t do in public.” His jaw tightened. “This isn’t about public image.” “It never is with you.”

Callum's POV “Just tell him Vincent is here to see him, he'll see him.” I frowned as I stopped halfway to the door of my office building and saw Vincent, my ex struggling with the security guards. What was he even doing here? And couldn't he have taken a hint from the video of my engagement? He spotted me and his eyes lot up. “Get away from me you useless lot. Hey babe, I've been waiting for you,” When he reached out his hand to hug me, I stepped back. “What are you doing here Vincent?”

Vincent snarled, playing his part perfectly. Daveson wrenched the gun away, threw it across the floor, and pinned Vincent with a knee to his spine. "Don't move!" But Vincent was already moving, using a practiced escape technique that looked desperate to observers. He rolled, kicked out, caught Daveson in the ribs hard enough to make him grunt, and then he was running. Other security personnel gave chase, but Vincent had the advantage of momentum and preparation. Within seconds, he'd vanished through the service areas, exactly as planned.

He discreetly adjusted the sleeves of his jacket, as if he had just stepped out of a car rather than crossed the skies. The mansion door opened before he needed to knock. Vlad was waiting. "Sir," Adrian greeted, slightly bowing his head. "That was fast." "You said you needed me. Your request is an order." Adrian was not just a farm employee. He was loyal and, above all, lethal. "We need to reinforce all security." Adrian nodded. "Is there a threat?" "There is surveillance." Silence. "And Miss Elena?" Vlad’s eyes darkened slightly. "She cannot be touched. Not even by accident."

Manny and I step inside the building, and we see Eddie, the security guard, but really he is the apartment thief. "Hey Kevah, who is your friend?" The old fool asks as he comes up to us. His short white hair stands in spikes on his wrinkled face. His tired blue eyes scrutinize Manny up and down as he waits for me to answer. "This is my friend, Manny," I say as I touch Manny's back. "And Manny this is Eddie, the building's security." Manny shakes his hand and Eddie flinches. "Sorry, Eddie, if my grip is a little tight," Manny apologizes.

"If he wanted me, why did he let my mother force the engagement with Ayra?" A sudden, loud vibration shook the desk, making me flinch so hard I nearly dropped the folder. It was Julian’s master security terminal built into the wall beside the desk. The smart-screen automatically flashed to life, displaying a live, high-definition video feed from the penthouse's private underground garage. I rushed to the monitor, my eyes locking onto the screen. The garage looked like a combat zone. Eight of Julian’s elite Vance Security guards stood in a rigid, impenetrable wall in front of the private elevator doors, their hands resting heavily on the holsters of their weapons.

"Miss, what happened? The Guard spoke to Khali. The Guard assisted Khali in getting up and took her to their office. Without knocking, the door opened, and the group came in with Vincent one at a time. Vincent supposedly hugged Khali, but Rye preceded him. Rye didn't know how these moments were going to feel. They messed up Khali's hair, a palm print on her cheek, her lips were bleeding, and choking marks on her neck. Rye hugged Khali tightly. He didn't care if Vincent was still there. "Love, what happened," Rye said. "She doesn't want to say anything, sir. We have to report the incident..." said the man on the other side of the table. "What kind of security do you have here?" Rye turned to

Before she could think twice, her hand lifted… Lucas flinched, raising his arms to shield his face. But the slap never came, instead a firm hand caught Vanessa’s wrist mid-air. “Ma’am,” a security guard said calmly but firmly. “you’re not allowed to hit anyone here.” Vanessa blinked, startled. For a second, embarrassment flickered across her face, but it was quickly replaced with irritation. She yanked her hand free. “I don’t need a lecture,” she muttered, brushing invisible dust off her outfit. Her eyes returned to Lucas, cold and sharp. “Watch where you’re going next time.”