Zombie Bodyguard Novels & Stories

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t have an NFL heartthrob still sending you roses.” Zara waved her off. “Kaden and I were last season. We’ve been off.” I raised a brow. “That’s what you said last month… right before you got back together again.” Zara placed a hand dramatically over her chest. “Well, now I’m serious.” “Again, what you said last time,” Evelyn teased, sipping her matcha. “I’m seriously serious this time,” Zara said with a wink. “So tell me Mr. Sexy Bodyguard… is he single?”

There were over 20 muscular Dorvall family bodyguards dressed in suits. They were clearly skilled fighters, and each had a menacing demeanor, ready to pounce. "Wait!" Zoe raised her hand suddenly, gesturing for the group of bodyguards to hold off for a moment. Then, she glared at Amber and taunted her viciously, "Do you feel a glimmer of hope now that this worthless man has returned from the military?"

After receiving the instructions, the bodyguards increased their force, and the three individuals were continually pushed and shoved, screaming and soon becoming disoriented, foaming at the mouth. Zedd watched from the side, desperately trying to cover his eyes, but the bodyguards restrained him, and he could do nothing but watch his mother collapse to the ground in a faint. Shawn's primary bodyguard, Sanders, crouched down and wiped the snot and tears from Zedd's face, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Little buddy, you're still young, so we won't lay a hand on you now. But remember, if you ever try to deceive someone again, or if your parents misbehave with others, I'll make sure y

And for a second, I wondered if he knew how much he affected me, how that night still played on a loop in my head. “Sure it is,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to something more intimate. “I knew you had it in you.” Focus, Mila. Focus. “Well, I would enjoy it more if I didn’t have these overbearing shadows,” I said, shooing the bodyguards Gabe assigned to me the day after the attack. “You don’t have to be so close to me.” Zeke and Tom apparently volunteered to be my bodyguards. It was funny how people’s views of you can change drastically when you save their life. They exchanged looks with Gabe, who gave them the ok to disappear for a moment.

They are some zombies but not much. Like ten guard inside the fence carrying heavy guns, all they do is to shoot zombies if it is increasing around the building. Fred drive closer, pull over then get down to speak to the guards. He told one of those guard that "Please open the gate for us" "Who are you?" the person replies. One zombie was coming closer to Fred, then he removed knife from his pocket and stab the zombie. "Please just open this damn gate for us! we need help, we need to speak to the lab coach." Fred told him.

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

My eyes scanned around to see what was going on this morning, and there he was: a feast for my eyes and an added throb to my heartbeat, Eduardo! It had been about thirty-seven days since he had been working as my bodyguard. I still didn’t understand why I needed a bodyguard, but I was pleased to have him under my roof. He was not only charming but also very kind and lovely. He made my heart feel like cotton candy dipped in a glass of champagne and melted immediately. It was too hard for me not to bite him. As he was doing his morning workout on the sands of the coast, I made an exception to spare myself a little time that morning to enjoy the peep show. A white tank top perfectly wrapped aro

A shard of glass hurtled through the air and cut through his suit before opening a wound on the back of his hand. The bodyguard stopped moving immediately. Zachary turned around, worried that the rings were broken. They were not. He was relieved, but his breathing quickened. Then, he swiveled around and jabbed a finger at the bodyguard. "Watch where you're swinging! Don't kill anyone here!" The shop looked like nothing less than a ruined field razed by a hurricane, and now Zachary was acting every part the protective father over something precious. It was bizarre, to say the least.

So when his grandmother's agent, Kai, texted him a photo of the new bodyguard the next morning, Jason nearly choked on his coffee. He stared at the image. Short blonde hair, her muscular arms crossed over her chest. Her face, not ugly, but not at all trying to be pretty either. This woman looked like she could lift him up a wall and suffocate the life out of him. He corrected his thought of calling her a woman. She was rather a tomboy, not a woman to him. "Her name is Jenna Smith," Kai's message read. "She starts at noon today. Try not to scare her off."