Security Guard Novels

Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister. She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot. Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal. "If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life." Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway. She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her. They signed the papers at City Hall that same day. But the nightmare didn't end. That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary. Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately. They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment. She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company. She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.

I had just arrived at the office when the security guard blocked my path. He tossed my personal belongings onto the pavement at my feet. I looked at my CEO boyfriend, Harry Pierce, who was standing right behind the guard. I frowned, staying silent as I processed the scene. The next second, his sister, Sadie, rushed up to me and gave me a violent shove. "Get lost already! My brother is done with you!" "You're just a pathetic office rat. Did you really think you could compete with the daughter

The security scanner flashed red three times. I swiped a fourth―still red. When the security guard walked toward me, I realized that my ten-year tenure at Linden Tech had expired at exactly noon today. Through the glass wall, the twenty-five-year-old VP caught my eye. He gave a smug little smirk before turning back to his AI model. He didn't know that what I signed on my severance agreement wasn't just my name. It was a countdown. 1. The layoff notice arrived at 9:32 AM. When the Slack no

The screens in the security room were blinding. Fifty-two cameras across the entire complex flickered simultaneously. Infrared dots blinked in the dark like a pack of eyes lurking in the shadows. Gus, the security guard, pointed at a man in a gray hoodie on the screen. “Look at this guy. He leaves every morning at six and comes back at ten at night. He never says a word to anyone.” “I’ve worked here for six months, managing over four hundred units, and he’s the only one who never orders takeou

“Who are you? There is no one here you know.” The security guard pushed me away from the Sterling estate entrance. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw my half-sister, Yara, holding a glass of champagne. She was toasting a room full of guests―using my name and marrying my client. A week ago, she stole my academic records and professional portfolio. My ten-year career history became her dowry overnight. She spotted me through the glass. That look in her eyes was the same as when she

In a world ruled by drugs and bloodshed, the name Hanish al-Ghul emerges... the man who began his life as a simple security guard before rising to become the most dangerous drug kingpin. After being unjustly imprisoned, he enters the criminal underworld alongside al-Dajwi, together building an empire that stretches from the streets and universities to the heart of the desert. Secret deals, corrupt officers, and betrayals among the top dealers ignite a merciless and bloody war. Amidst chases and assassinations, Hanish leads his men to uncover a secret buried beneath the sands: vast warehouses filled with money, weapons, and heroin. But as their influence grows, the danger draws ever closer... and the police are closing in on the name that has instilled fear in everyone: Hanish al-Ghul.

He's a killer with ice in his veins. She's a tech genius who brings chaos wherever she goes. Their marriage? It started as a complete sham but the danger they're in is suddenly very real. Vespera Vance is a billionaire tech heiress, but when her family tries to marry her off to a ninety year-old tycoon, she does what anyone desperate would: she fakes who she is, disappears in baggy sweaters, and takes the most anonymous job she can find a graveyard-shift nobody. Everything goes smooth until one night, she ends up in the basement and spots the new night security guard calmly taking down two armed attackers, all while munching on a turkey sandwich. Lysander Thorne is no guard. He's the legendary Don of the Thorne Syndicate, lying low in his own company to hunt a traitor. He's used to people freezing in fear. What he isn't used to is Vespera: a whirlwind in crooked glasses who barges into his sting operation, flails a plastic broom, trips over her shoes, and knocks herself out right against his chest. Vespera needs a new, clean legal identity to keep her greedy family from touching her fortune. She makes Lysander (who she believes is a broke rent-a-cop drowning in debt) an offer: marry her for six months, she'll clear what he "owes," and he'll never buy a deli sandwich again. Lysander, oddly entertained and in need of a solid civilian disguise, agrees and signs on. Now Vespera's out here leaving receipts for eighty-dollar honey like a sugar mom in their shoebox apartment. Lysander, meanwhile, is secretly sending his massive, terrifying underboss to deliver luxury espresso machines under the excuse of being a local bookie. But things get ugly. Her family finds her, and this time, they're not sending lawyers they're sending elite mercenaries ready to drag her home by force. The silly game's over, and Lysander drops the act. Vespera is about to learn her bumbling roommate doesn't just keep the night shift safe. He rules the shadows and letting his wild, unpredictable wife go isn't on the table. Not now, not ever.

A young m finds more than he ever expected in the beautiful wilds of the Limberlost "He only knew that he had lived up to his best impulse, and that is all any one can do." ― Gene Stratton-Porter, Freckles Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter is a lovely novel about a young man who takes a job as a security guard of timberland in the Limberlost swamp. Freckles was orphaned at a young age in Chicago but discovers the love of a father and meets a woman who will change his life forever. A perfect companion to A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter. This Xist Classics edition has been professionally formatted for e-readers with a linked table of contents. This ebook also contains a bonus book club leadership guide and discussion questions. We hope you'll share this book with your friends, neighbors and colleagues and can't wait to hear what you have to say about it.

The security guard at the Grand Orion Hotel stopped me cold, demanding an invitation I didn' t have. My simple suit and comfortable shoes screamed that I didn' t belong, and his dismissive glance confirmed it. Then came the grating voice I knew too well: Brendan Riley, my former supervisor, flanked by his snickering sycophant, Kevin Miller. They oozed smug superiority, relishing the sight of me, the unemployed junior marketing assistant he' d unjustly fired a month ago, standing humiliated at the hotel entrance. They mocked me, suggesting I was lost on the way to a soup kitchen, openly laughing at my pathetic attempts to get in. As if that wasn' t enough, Chloe Davis, an old team member I once thought I connected with, surfaced, her pity and disgust palpable as she advised me to simply go home. They had no idea. They saw a jobless loser, a charity case. What they couldn' t fathom was that I owned the very building they were so desperately trying to get into. The air grew thick with their mocking, each jab a reminder of their shallow worldview. But their confidence was built on a crumbling foundation, and I knew the truth was about to detonate their carefully constructed reality. Because sometimes, the quietest person in the room is the one holding all the cards.

Former special forces soldier Peter Wang is tasked to serve as a security guard in one of Golden City's top firms to protect his beautiful employer, Bella Song. As a fighter who survived the grueling life in the military, he dismissed the job as menial and simple. Little did he know, he gravely miscalculated. At the heart of a seemingly peaceful city, Peter found himself treading dangerously through vicious gangs and atrocious personalities while winning the hearts of several beautiful women along the way --the elusive Bella, esteemed Amelia, sweet Elaine, youthful Shelly, gentle Lisa, and more. Who can defeat our Mighty Soldier King? Read to find out.

It repeatedly enters my mind that what I am doing is wrong but I can’t step back now. I peeked into the grand mansion. The monster's house That's what they call the man who lives here. I haven't really seen him yet but because of rumors. I couldn't stop my curiousity so here I am. I'm sure my Mama will scold me again when she finds out what I'm doing. I kept hearing so many things about the man named Alexendris Courner. About how ruthless he is and short temper. I wonder, if it's really true. Based on what I see. He is extremenly rich. He has a two storey mansion. I think. His land area is 8 hectares and it is not just a mansion that stands here. "Odd. Why does it seem so quiet?" I asked in astonishment I looked around before approaching the guard house and was surprised to see nothing there. He doesn't have a security guard? In the size of his house. Isn't he afraid to rob? I was hesitant to enter. I know it's trespassing but I can't help myself. I slammed the gate. I almost drowned when I pushed it open. My eyes widened. "A-aren't they already robbed?" Nope! This is not trespassing. I'm just checking. Later they are actually robbed. I'm just a concerned citizen! I shared the sight across the house. I see three sports car parked in the right side. Is there anyone inside? I'm even more nervous e. I made my way through the door. My hand was still shaking as I knocked on the door. No one's answering. "Knock Knock-" I was interrupted by someone speaking behind me. "You!" My chest throbbed when I heard that baritone voice as if the was ready. I slowly turned away. Our eyes met. His deep sharp blue eyes bore at me. There's a dangerous glint in those orbs that pushed me back. He took big steps until he could get close to me. He held my hand and drew me harshly. "You shouldn't be here ... young woman."

"Oh my darling Uncle. I missed you so much. Why didn't you come to visit?" I said while hugging him as he was backing me. "Uncle?". A different voice asked and it seems to come from the person I'm hugging. He turned around with me in his arms and I stared into his eyes. Dark eyes. Uncle Max's eyes are blue, like mine. I let go of him immediately like I had been burned and blushed furiously. "Uhm... sorry. I... I thought you... were my uncle". I told him facing down. A chuckle brought my attention back to his handsome face. "Hello cutie, why do you think your uncle is here?" He said, his voice sending shivers down my body. "My mom said he would be here, in the groom's room". Then I glanced at his tailored suit matching trousers, and gasped. "You're the groom". I whispered but he heard me anyway. "Yes darling. I am". That voice again. He brought his hands to my chin raising my face to meet his, the movement sending electricity through my body and I gasped leaning towards him. "Your-". He was cut short by the door opening and we pulled apart. *** Happiness Matthews, a 19-year-old college freshman, thought she had everything figured out when she left her small Texas town for the bright lights of California. But after a dangerous security guard targets her in her new apartment, she has to move in with Mason, her uncle's friend, who she met two years ago at his wedding. Mason, a man in his thirties still haunted by the woman who left him at the altar two years ago, never expected to share his home with his best friend's niece. At first, their living arrangement seems like a temporary inconvenience-but the longer they stay under the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the magnetic tension building between them. As the lines between family and desire blur, Happiness finds herself drawn to the man who carries both charm and a painful past. But with every passing day, the unspoken rules become more difficult to follow, and a dangerous truth about Mason's past threatens to tear them both apart. In a story where forbidden attraction and unresolved heartbreak collide, Happy must choose between loyalty, family, love, and her own future-before the stakes get even higher.

I stood in front of City Hall, clutching a marriage license application, waiting for the man I' d loved for five years. He was late. Again. This was the 99th time Damien Crawford had chosen someone else over me. But this time, a picture on my phone showed him smiling with his high school sweetheart, Hadley Stuart, the woman he' d never gotten over. When I returned to his mansion, Hadley was curled up next to him, his mother beaming. His mother, Cecil, gave Hadley a family heirloom bracelet, dismissing me as a servant. Damien, instead of apologizing, grabbed my arm, accusing me of a tantrum. He still thought he was in control. I showed him the torn marriage license, telling him I wanted nothing from him anymore. He responded by dragging me to my room, pushing me against the wall, and trying to kiss me. I told him he was dirty. Then, my father collapsed. Damien, seeing the jacket a male security guard had given me, refused to let me take my dying father to the hospital, claiming Hadley was having a panic attack. His mother, Cecil, slashed the car tires and threw the keys into a fountain, laughing as my father stopped breathing. My father died. At the hospital, Damien jabbed an acupuncture needle into my hand, telling me it was what happened when I disobeyed him. He still didn't know the scar on my back was from the skin graft I gave him. Why did I sacrifice everything for a man who saw me as property, who let my father die? Why did I stay for five years, only to be treated like dirt? I called Anderson, my adoptive brother, the CEO of the Morrison Group. It was time to go home. It was time for Damien Crawford to pay.

The fluorescent hum of the deserted office was my constant companion, a symphony to my late-night grind as an architect, building dreams one blueprint at a time. Then, out of nowhere, text shimmered in the air, a chilling heads-up display only I could see: "[Target acquired: The Architect. She' s working late again. Perfect.]" My blood ran cold as more lines appeared, taunting me with plans for a "Chivalry Challenge" at a $5,700 prize. It finally clicked-Mark Johnson, that slimy social media influencer who' d turn women' s fear into profit, had found me. He came, smooth as ever, with a drugged coffee, mocking me while I fought through a fogged mind, my desperate calls for help swallowed by his practiced lies to the security guard. My brothers came back for me, their faces illuminated by flashing lights, my last-ditch effort to crash his car paying off just as I succumbed to the drug. But the nightmare wasn' t over; Mark walked free, his lawyer spinning tales of my "manic episodes," leaving my brother Chris to face assault charges for defending me. The injustice burned, fueling a rage that cleared the haze: he wouldn't win, not if I could help it. "This isn't over," I declared, my voice steady, eyes fixed on my brothers, ready to dismantle his empire. Then Michael sent me the link-Mark' s new video, painting me as the aggressor, a "crazy" woman. Scrolling through the venomous comments, one caught my eye: "DesignDiva88," my colleague Lisa Chen, claiming she' d told him to "back off." She was complicit, a willing accessory, and with that, I knew exactly how to begin.