Login to ManoBook
icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
To Be His Bodyguard

To Be His Bodyguard

Joy Joshua

5.0
Comment(s)
572
View
5
Chapters

It's been years since Naya left the United States with tears, a broken heart and no father. But now, the President wants her back to protect his son, Tan and her first true love. This is her one chance at finding her father's killer and finally finding a home she can call her own. There is only one problem, she has to stay with Tan in his dorm room which has a no girls rule. Disguising herself as a boy and living with Tan thrusts her into a world of lies, more heartbreaks, secrets and drama.

Chapter 1 Prologue

"It is done."

That was the only thing the president wanted to hear. He stopped pacing and released the breath he didn't know he was holding. The voice on the other end hung up after delivering the much-anticipated words. Loosening his tie, the president gulped down the glass of water on his table. This was the first time in months that he felt safe, that his little son would be safe. His most ruthless enemy was dead and that was all that mattered.

The president's phone rang. It was Luke, his personal bodyguard and right-hand man. He adjusted his tie. It was time to take his son to school but first, he must make a quick stop. He walked out of his office the two guards positioned outside the door closed it after him.

The cars were ready and waiting for the president, but he didn't go towards the open car door. He looked at Luke who nodded and brought the private car around. He needed to go alone.

Little Tan saw his father and squealed with joy. He always looked forward to the mornings he had school, they were the only times he would see his father. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him and wrapped his little hands around his father's led.

The president lifted his son, the love he had for the little creature could be seen in his eyes. He adored his son.

"Are you ready for school?" The president asked, caressing Tan's soft cheeks.

"Yes daddy!" Tan clapped his hands and bounced about in his father's arms.

"The car is ready sir" Luke said. He came from behind them, watching father and son with pursed lips.

It was a sleek limousine. Nothing short for a president. The president carried Tan to the car and strapping him to the seat. Tan ignored his father the moment he saw his stuffed toy whale.

"Drive" The president told Luke before pulling sunshades over his eyes. This was going to take a while.

Somewhere on the other side of the city there was murder going on. Bullets were swimming through the air and screams could be heard in the vast space.

Amid this chaos was a little girl whose life was about to be shattered. Her father had told her to hide under his table until he came back for her.

She had counted sheep to distract herself from the noise going on outside, going further to count a thousand trees and her father was still not back. She heard footsteps coming towards her and she pushed herself further under the table and away from the black shiny shoes she could see from her hiding place. She held her breath and waited.

A few seconds and the table wasn't covering her anymore. She was frightened to her bone as she screamed.

"I won't hurt you" Came a soft voice. she slowly turned to look at the intruder, tears running down her face.

"Who are you?" She asked in her tiny voice, her lips quivering.

"I'm here to take you home" He held his hand out for her to take. His heart broke for her. The little girl who would now be alone in this world just like he had been years ago.

"Where is Papa?" She asked, cleaning the tears on her cheek with the back of her palm.

"Come with me and you'll see him" He held out his hand for her. She put her little hand in his very large ones and let him lead her of her hiding place, trusting the man because he knew who her father was.

Continue Reading

Other books by Joy Joshua

More

You'll also like

MY MASTERS

MY MASTERS

Mercy Kay
5.0

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

My Neighbor's Wife

My Neighbor's Wife

E_STEVANIA
5.0

"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book