Zombie Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Anita soothed her, rubbing her back. Now and then, Jazmine would have that dream. The thing that was in the big black bag was Richard’s corpse. The men who moved his body into the condo were never found. From that night onwards, Richard’s assistant, who became Jazmine’s guardian by Richard’s will, placed two bodyguards to protect her at all cost.

I scowl at him and throw a hanger but he dodges just in time. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a bodyguard." "Which rich person will you be protecting?" Mint asks curiously. "Pa–" I quickly stop. I can't tell him the truth. "Liana King. You probably don't know her." I say. It's safer to have him think I am guarding and living with a woman. "What?! You're the bodyguard for the Liana King?! How? What luck did you receive?!" "Huh? You know her?" I ask, completely confused at his fanboy attitude.

When will he stop making me feel like I’m about to melt into a pool of just pure embarrassment. I never had a man say those things to me. Before I became the bodyguard, I had a boyfriend – Henry. He was a really sweet and nice guy. But he never made me feel things the way Julian did and it made me crave him more and more. Before I reached the door, he grabbed my hand and placed another kiss on my knuckles. “I know you don’t get the chance to… but I think you look beautiful in dresses.” I walked to my room smiling and clutching his shirt. Julian Anderson. I think I might like you a lot.

“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.

A beam from the distant lighthouse swept through the window, casting a faint glow across the doorway. The man standing there slowly came into view. When he saw that Zac was still awake, his expression tightened. “Mr. Davis...” Zac went still. It was his father’s personal bodyguard. Before the bodyguard could pull the white handkerchief from his pocket, Zac shoved himself to his feet. His body swayed, but in the next instant he lunged forward and grabbed the bodyguard’s wrist before he could react. For the first time, the gentle, easygoing Zac looked downright ruthless.

I reminded him and he nodded. “I know. You said he stays with you as well, right?” He asked and I nodded. “That was one of the conditions we had when he volunteered to be my bodyguard” I told him and he furrowed his eyebrows. “I'm sorry if this comes off as offensive but why do you need a bodyguard? How did you even meet him?” He asked and I pursed my lips as I suddenly remembered how Jaxon and I met. It felt like a long time ago and now, I realized I never really asked why he had been attacked in the first place.

**** 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.