Zombie Bodyguard Novels & Stories

“I didn’t come here to argue.” He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “Fine. Let’s talk about something else.” He said but I still caught him shooting at glance in Aaron's direction. We fell into an uneasy silence, the air between us heavy with a lot of unspoken words. I sighed. “Look, Zion, It's not what you think. Aaron is my personal bodyguard," I said. Zion stared at me like I’d just told him I am secretly an alien. “Wait—what? A personal bodyguard? What the hell do you need a bodyguard for?”

Emily said cheerfully, she loved hearing about her sister’s job as a bodyguard. “Well he actually tried to drug me and then he wanted to sleep with me,” Shawty admitted and then laughed. “But I straightened him out. He was very arrogant. A big shot. But eventually he came to see my point that our relationship was purely professional.” “That’s so amazing.” “Yeah.” Shawty replied a little downcast, she hated lying to her sister but there was no other option plus she wasn’t lying, she was officially a bodyguard working for Zerodyne, they just gave other off the clock jobs.

Probably a worker from the Hall. “I’m Matthew,” “Evans.” I shook his hand. “These people really think they’re gods huh?” I nodded in agreement, “I ignore them mostly,” He smiled and looked at me, “You must be a pretty tough man to be the Alpha’s bodyguard huh?” I shrugged, “Where do you work?” I looked up and down his attire, his jacket looked way too expensive for someone who would work at the administration or even at a higher post. What if he was a–

He’s old enough to be my grandpa, but damn that man can kick ass. After I wash off, I step out of the lake to dry off with a shitty towel I have. I’m not even sure it’s really a towel anymore, more like a rag. I’m halfway through drying off when screams from the camp ring through the woods. Shit! They found us. I toss on my shirt, but a dart hits me in the thigh. Suddenly, I become woosy. I fall to my knees as two zombies approach. Two zombies approach me. “Is this her boss?” The one with pale blonde hair asks.

I smiled at him, I could hear the warmth behind his words that’s why I nodded and said, “Sure!” Zackery smiled and again introduced himself, “I am Zackery Hox and while I am appointed as your guard, I would love to be friends too.” I smiled at him and did the same, “Hey! Zackery, I am Cynthia Michaels. While you might be my bodyguard, I would definitely like us to be friends.” Zackery shook his head and chuckled but then got serious and again repeated his earlier message, “Nice but like I said you need to change your outfit or he is going to come straight from the Soul city and tear both of us a new one.”

“I’m frightened too. I don’t know who’s still out there, or what they want, or how much of my own life has been shaped by hands I never saw. But I know this. I know what it feels like when you hold my hand like this. I know that’s mine. That’s not anyone’s plan but our own.” He was quiet for a long moment, and then, slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me with something steadier than fear. “I want to make you a promise,” he said. “Not the kind soldiers make. Not duty. Something that’s just mine to give.” “Okay.” “Whatever comes next — the Architect, my father, Marcus’s father, whoever else is still hiding somewhere in all of this — I’m not doing it as your bodyguard anymore. I’m doing it

Ghost told me before disappearing. As instructed, I quickly locked the door before approaching Grandpa, a wide smile on my face. "Grandpa!" "Zara Bear. What's going on? Why did you lock the door? And who was that?" Grandpa asked curiously. "Nothing. I just don't want to be disturbed while I'm with you. And that's my bodyguard. His name is Ghost." "Bodyguard?" He squinted. "You have a bodyguard now? Are you safe? Why do you need a bodyguard? And how did you get the money for one?"

“What’s up with you, man? You’ve been staring into space like someone stole your Lamborghini.” I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “My dad hired me a new bodyguard. It’s a girl.” Trent barked out a laugh so loud half the class turned around. “A girl? Bro, you? Mr. I bench press my problems? Is she hot at least?” “She’s not just hot,” I muttered. “She took out five armed guys in under ten seconds. Solo. Like it was nothing. The problem is… I think I’m falling for her.”

Despite the beauty, there was an undeniable sterility—a cold, unyielding order—that made my skin prickle. The butler’s eyes occasionally flicked toward me, glimmers of recognition dancing in them. I realized what it was: the matriarch must have sent him my photo, a precaution, ensuring the safety of the young master’s new bodyguard. My heart skipped a beat at the thought, but I had no time to dwell. I had to focus. I stepped into the main hall and froze. Zane Harrison. Shirtless. His abs defined and sharp, the lines of his chest and arms sculpted with near-impossible precision. Sunlight from the tall windows caught his skin, making it glow. My breath caught. My hands froze on my luggage.

**** Body….what? I was confused. "Miss Gem….sorry I'm late…did anyone bully you?" He asked. Everyone was shocked….how could a handsome man who was fit to be a model or an idol be standing here as a bodyguard. "Uhmm…. uhmm…. I… uh." I didn’t know what to say….I mean a bodyguard came out of nowhere. "Let’s go, Miss." He said and dragged me with him. He pushed me in a flashy car and drove a few distances before he stopped and handed me a file.