Novel & Cerita Vanny X Security Guard

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.

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."

Vanessa cried, but he was done listening. ‎“Get out of my sight,” he snapped, waving sharply to the security team. “Get her out of here at once... far away from here. And Vanessa…” his eyes burned into hers, “if I ever see you anywhere near my company or my life...I’ll make sure you live to regret it.” ‎The guards moved in immediately as they escorted her out. ‎“Get your filthy hands off me!” Vanessa snapped at the security guard who reached for her, jerking free as she pushed past.

Guards were posted there. Instead, I moved silently down the narrow service corridor near the kitchen, where the laundry and trash chutes were located. Near the metal service exit door stood a young guard. His name was Vince. He was new, barely twenty-two years old, wearing a black Ricaforte suit that looked slightly too big for his shoulders. He looked nervous, constantly shifting his weight as he held his submachine gun. I stepped out of the shadows, keeping my posture soft and non-threatening. Vince snapped his head toward me, his hands tightening on his weapon. “Signorina! You—you are not supposed to be in the service hallway. Don Sebastian ordered—”

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.

"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.”

Overall, she looked gorgeous and totally the kind of woman Julian would be interested in. “I . . . um . . . I’m Sia Milton?” Sia said when the girl raised an eyebrow, but it came out more like a question than an answer. “Ah!” A spark of realization ignited in her eyes. “Of course, you’re Miss. Milton. Julian brought you here last night, didn’t he? Oh, how silly of me, of course he did,” she said in one breath then extended her hand to Sia. “I’m Vanessa Christoff, Turner Security’s secretary—I mean—Christian’s personal secretary.”