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My quiet bodyguard

The second book after "BrokenEmperor". Following the legacy of Cayn to his son, Kale who will leave to find his destined soulmate on a small planet called earth, a country named Korea, where Ari, a business graduate, inherits the company of her father. She will face many hurdles on her path, and finds Kale, standing by her side as a quiet and mysterious bodyguard. Read how the story unfolds between the two.

Wolf_Oz · Fantasy
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37 Chs

Chapter 1

An extravagant black and white room decorated with simplicity yet gave an air of high nobility.

The shadow of a tall man faced the mirror.

The atmosphere was quiet as he carefully placed his tie on his formal black attire.

His hands were white with fine lines of veins.

The light reflected brightly from the many rings on his fingers and the small purple gem earring on his right ear.

Suddenly a few knocks resonated in his ears but he didn't turn.

The doors opened.

A woman entered.

Her steps carried elegance.

Her beautiful legs seemed to outshine her dress.

Her graceful walk could bring any man to his knees.

Her pretty hands with perfect nails were slowly placed on the shoulders of the tall man.

She stood in between him and the mirror.

Her fingers ran to his to perfectly adjust it.

"This will be the last time I will be doing this, as your mother."

The gentle voice rang softly as if it was singing.

The lights slowly brought the woman's beautiful features to sight.

This, was no beauty of a human.

Her eyes looked sharp, they were of an unusual red color, shining bright, intense, and with sexy facial features that could make men and women drool all the same.

But soon they turned warm as her hands left her son's collar.

If anything she looked in her prime and her early twenties, but her whole self gave the feeling of transcendence.

The tall man in front of her held his mother's hands and kissed them, before placing his forehead on them as a sign of respect and affection for this woman.

She smiled warmly.

"I don't want you to be late. Your father is waiting."

"Yes, mother."

His voice was deep and calming.

She carefully wiped a bit off his shoulders before watching him go quietly.

The man walked around the huge palace, only the reach the huge kitchen.

He found a place and sat down, watching his father cooking with his back against him.

A monstrously wide back. As if he was a sculpture of an ancient god.

Huge forearms with scary veins all over his body as he used the small knife to cut the pieces of meat gently and precisely.

The man remained quiet, and so did his father.

The man's face was slowly brought to light.

Deep gray eyes like a star's with a domineering feeling, sharp black eyebrows, and silky dark hair falling like a curtain on the sides.

"Father, may I ask for your guidance before I leave?"

His father kept cutting until the last piece before putting the meat aside and gently putting the knife.

He raised his eyes.

The father's features, were the same as those of the son, only with a black beard.

He also looked as young as his son, each one of his slow movements carried weight and charisma.

His eyes were dark in color, but his pupils were like those of a cat, a line rather than a human's circle, with fine white lines devising the darkness in his pupils and iris.

"Be like me." His voice was coarse.

He turned around and winked at his son, making him smile and breaking their cold expressions.

"If I could I would," he said grinning.

The mother suddenly walked by them to hug her man from behind. "Come on now darling, don't tease him too much."

The son looked at them for a while.

The father and mother duo slowly turned to look at their son.

The father walked up to him and patted his shoulder.

"It will be, just right."

The mother did the same with a warm smile. "Your first brother is proof."

The man sighed heavily. "Yeah. I know."

The father continued. "Go find her and bring her home. Your mother can't wait to bully her."

"CAYN!"

The father stood up and stared at his woman.

"Yes," he spoke calmly as his eyes turned cold.

The woman faced his eye contact for a moment, but not for long, and smiled embarrassedly.

Cayn, the father ran his hand on her waist and brought her to his chest.

She looked at him again but couldn't say a word, silently staring at his dreamy eyes.

"Go do your thing. I am gonna keep her busy until then." He spoke to his son while maintaining eye contact with her.

The son giggled at his mother, being caught in that monster's den.

He stood up and waved his hand. "I will be back with the new member."

"Hmm, that is if you don't find a new sibling by then," responded his mother.

The son kept walking to the palace's huge door sighing with a smile.

"These old people..." he murmured as he walked out.

"Going without saying a word?" A kid's voice came behind him.

The man stopped in his tracks.

"It seems like the youngest was waiting for me. But where is the oldest?"

"It seems like not letting go of your woman is a tradition in this family. You think he would show himself so early in the morning?"

The man turned around with a warm smile. "I guess I am about to find out about that tradition."

He faced the kid who was less than half his height.

A little boy of twelve years old who looked exactly like a younger version of his brother and father, but with the eyes of his mother, other than the color being bright hazel.

He was sweating with a wet towel around his neck.

His refined and well-proportioned upper body was naked and sweaty.

The boy walked up to his second brother and punched him lightly with his knuckle.

"Hurry back. I want to spare."

The man patted his brother's hair.

"Sure, don't slack off," he said with a smile.

And that brought shivers down the boy's spine.

"Yeah yeah sure you training maniac," and he walked away embarrassed of being scared.

The man lightly smiled at him.

His eyes then turned to the huge palace he just left.

An immense castle raised by clouds with mythical beings flying all over and around them.

One of them was probably what his father was cooking.

He just stared for a moment at this beautiful scene out of a fairytale book.

He took a soft breath and turned around.

His eyes turned cold as this was his normal expression.

He raised his hand gracefully and a dimensional gap appeared in front of him.

It zoomed to a little planet.

Earth #4586 Dimension #56163005.

In a country called Korea was a flickering light.

The man adjusted his tie with his right.

His left in his pocket.

And he walked right in.