Vanny X Security Guard Novels & Stories

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.”

“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. ****

She took his hand into hers briefly and said, “I am Anna.” “Okay.” Carl maintained that teasing smile as his feet began to take bouncing steps backwards. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.” “I guess,” Anna replied sparingly and soon, her legs were back to leading her towards the start of her revenge journey. Once her ID is given to her, once she’s assigned a position, she would become that unstoppable bloodthirsty warrior. A lot of seconds later, Anna found the station which was a free standing glass cubicle which had weird decorations that looked like lawn grass at its ends.

I almost rolled my eyes. “Do you work here?” he asked, and I nodded. “Yes, am Mr. Xavier’s Secretary.” I said with a proud smile, but the security guard didn’t change the frown on his face. “Show me your pass.” he asked, and I paused, pass what pass? Nobody gave me a fucking pass. “Uhmmm sir I… I don’t have any pass for now.” I stuttered, and the security guard smirked, I guess he was having pleasure in my plight.

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.”