Novel & Cerita Vanny X Security Guard

“Now leave this building, Miss. Or I have to call the police if you insist on entering and meeting Sir Gustav,” said the security with a cold tone of voice after taking Vanya away. Vanya let out a frustrated groan as she hastily straightened her disheveled clothing from the scuffle with the security guards. It was a humiliating experience to be forcefully ejected, and her pouting lips revealed her annoyance as she walked away. Determined to find an alternative means of reentry, Vanya contemplated sneaking back into the building through a side or back entrance. She pretended to survey the surroundings, attempting to outwit the guards. However, it seemed as though they possessed an uncanny abi

“We’re here to find someone.” "Rules are rules. Come back tomorrow," the security guard said, more firmly this time. “Please,” Anna begged, stepping closer. “We won’t take long, I promise.” The guard placed a hand on her shoulder, ready to push her back. “I said—” Before he could finish, Vincenzo’s hand shot out, clamping around the guard’s wrist and freezing him in place. With his other hand, he drew a sleek black gun from the waistband of his pants, pressing the cold barrel firmly against the man’s forehead.

The security guards were hesitant. The shop attendant said, “Don't just stand there. That's Vincent from the Hanser family. Just do what he says. He’ll protect you from any consequences.” Oh. He was Vincent Hanser. They could do no wrong by getting in Vincent’s good graces. The two security guards whipped out their batons and lunged at Kaze. Sky turned white as a sheet. “Stop!” An angry voice came from behind everybody. The two security guards shuddered in fear at the voice. With their batons hanging in the air, they froze.

Rushed footsteps echoed outside the room. Someone was trying to force their way into the restricted area. A security guard shouted: “Stop! This is a restricted zone! Who are you?!” Vania turned to the door, panic in her eyes.

MIAMI CORRECTIONAL FACILITIES, MIAMI, FLORIDA. And just about then we sighted her across a further table, just beside one of the numbered guards that stood at each corner of the room. "Bad idea" She whispered again as we walked towards and all of a sudden, she stood. And as expected, the first name she called was- "Diane?" Wu called with doubt, rubbing her hands on the table nervously as she eyed me. "What a surprise" She exclaimed. "Indeed" I sarcastically remarked with a smile. ****

Once her ID lands on her hands, all that would be left is the countdown to IC inc’s destruction. As the lift whirred, the man beside her burned her with his gaze and Anna knew it was already getting out of hand. She had to distract him. “So, uh…” His eyes flew back to hers instantly, his hands were also made into fists as though he were trying to fight an inner battle. “I have a question if you don’t mind.” “Go ahead,” he answered sharply. “Do you happen to know Darcy Hendrick? She actually used to work here but I don’t know if you were close enough to know what happened to her.”

His gaze, almost instinctively, sought the anchor in the storm. Silas Vance stood near the grand piano, a statue carved from granite. He was Dominic’s head of security, but for the past two years, he’d been Leo’s personal shadow. Ex-military, Silas possessed an imposing stillness. He wasn’t bulky, but lean and powerful, every line of his dark suit hinting at coiled strength. His grey eyes scanned the room with methodical precision, missing nothing. A faint scar traced his strong jawline, a pale whisper of a violent past Leo could only imagine. Silas was a silent sentinel, impassive, professional, an extension of Dominic’s control.

Not even when Adrien stared back. “Adrien’s heartbeat quickened faster, and uneven, though his face stayed unreadable. He hated being watched, especially like that.” “Who’s he?” Adrien muttered to Isabella. “He’s Damien Wolfe. Security’s pick after… the threats.” She said it flat, but her mouth tightened. “Ex-military. And he starts tomorrow.” Adrien’s jaw clenched. The anonymous emails, the cryptic voicemails, he had ignored them, and deleted them. He didn’t need a guard dog. “I don’t want him.”

Katerina stammered, her heart hammering—not for the boy holding her, but for the man watching her. ​Suddenly, the music shifted, and a hand—strong, gloved,—slid onto Katerina’s waist, physically keeping her away from Jackson. She was taken aback for a moment to process what just happened likewise Jackson ​"The Don requested a security rotation," Xavier’s voice rumbled cutting through the air. "I’ll take it from here, Reed." ​Jackson’s face flushed with fury and contempt "He’s a bodyguard, Kat. He doesn't get to cut in."

A split second later, Vincent gritted his teeth, his jaw locking tight as he spilled inside me, his chest heaving against my back. We barely had two seconds to catch our breath. Flashlights cut through the dark hallway just a few yards away. The beam bounced wildly off the props. "Check the corners!" a security guard barked. "Her parents said they saw them come in this way!" "Fuck," Vincent swore under his breath. He pulled out quickly, his breath coming in ragged hitches as he yanked his pants up and zipped them. I scrambled to smooth down my skirt, my hands shaking so badly I could barely adjust my tangled clothes.