Zombie Bodyguard Novels & Stories

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

A man completed clothed in black not even showing his eyes, just two small circle is there for seeing, he jumped to first floor balcony like he is trained for this, with just single sweep two bodyguard lay on ground in a mere second. With second jump he is now on second floor’s balcony which connect master bedroom he lightly opens glass door and looked at the man lying on bed deep in sleep with small steps man in black make his way to the man. when the man on bed opens his eyes suddenly. Election day “Where the hell that brat go, what you guys with this bugling body doing their” Ford smashed everything in living room whatever he can all the bodyguards keeling in front some of them were bleed

“Listen to me. You’re not going to work tomorrow.” “What? No!” Zara protested immediately. “I’m not doing that, Adrian. I’m going to work!” “Do you want to get killed?” he snapped. She laughed with a bitter, exhausted sound. “Killed? What’s the difference? Being around you already feels like dying a little every day.” She looked away, her voice breaking. “So what’s the difference, huh? I’ll work.” Adrian clenched his jaw, his tone turning hard again. “Fine. Then you’ll have bodyguards. Two of them. And that’s not up for discussion.”

Stacey yelled as she ran towards her pushing her out of harm way and while the heavy flower vase fell on the floor, Celine and also Stacey fell on the floor too. For a while, Celine went deaf and when she could hear again, it was the sound of the workers asking her if she was alright. Some one did that on purpose, some one just tried to kill me now. She thought as she finally gave in and lost consciousness. ***********************************************" "Finally you made it!" Zack, the owner and founder of the body guard agency where I worked said as he looked at Nick certificate "After months of training hard, I deserve to be awarded as the best" Nick replied as he stared at Zack who kep

His glowing red eyes seemed to sparkle, as if he had found a compelling sequel to his story. Behind him, several silhouettes appeared. They weren't ordinary zombies. They were all muscular, with protein shake bottles hanging from their waists. Kevin and his gang! "Damn! They followed us!" Lia growled, gripping her rusty iron bar. "And that Zombie Vlogger… he’s working with them now?!" Bima couldn't wrap his head around it. [Warning! 'Fitness Freak Survival' and 'Zombie Food Vlogger' detected forming a temporary alliance!] [Alliance Objective: Obtain your Indomie, destroy it as 'rage bait content', then use you as 'fuel' for their muscles!]

I whisper to Elizabeth as she fiddles with her phone for the booking. "Then just tell him. You can dismiss the bodyguards. It's not like they are under mum anymore." She shrugs. "No, he’s not under mum; he's just under the D'Amico's." "Oh...? You have a bodyguard who works under your boyfriend? sounds...healthy?" "It's not." “Are you okay, Livy?” “I'm fine. I just want to feel alive today, maybe get drunk, dance with a stranger and kiss a raccoon, who knows?”

A point of solid warmth in Leo’s shattered world. Leo closed his eyes. A single, ragged sob escaped him. He leaned into the touch, into the solid presence of the man who was supposed to be just a shadow, just a guard. But in this moment, locked in a powder room with the scent of blood and gun oil, Silas Vance was the only real thing in Leo’s collapsing universe. The spark had found its fuel. The first bruise wasn’t just on Leo’s face; it was on the fragile barrier between prisoner and keeper. And it was bleeding, dangerously, into something else entirely.

She was dressed in a white sleeveless knee length gown that accentuated her waist line. Lorenzo squinted his eyes. Viviana looked different from the one he used to know 6 years back, she was now all womanly and it felt awkward seeing her that way. She was standing at the car park on her silver wedge, smiling excessively. He walked towards her with his briefcase in his right hand and stopped when he got in front of her. Suddenly, she hugged him with a kiss on his cheek. Lorenzo was startled when the 5,5 ft lady's head touched his chest. He didn't see that coming. The wedge had only increased her height by a few inches but he was 6.2ft tall- tall enough for her to understand that she would nev

She felt like using her teeth but unless she had him held tight, that wouldn't work. She groaned as her zombie body became restless. But she had to control it. The only thing this zombie body wanted, was killing. Attacking Mr. Wong carelessly could be fatal if she didn't die. Two of Mr. Wong's fingers nearly poke her eyes before she quickly swerved her head. He attacked her straightaway with the side of his hand. She had to bend and let the hand swept past behind her head. Bending down, Mr. Wong knee was directly available to her knee. She fell back flat. That was too fast and awesome. She didn't even notice his moves until they were about landing on her body.

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant and a retired special force soldier, Felix Cashmere. He darted ahead and sent the men around me flying.