Novel & Cerita Hero/Heroin

Hero was too worried about the woman who was now sleeping in his arms that he didn't care about the onlookers and what they were doing, he just walked away with Jules. ... Hero took Jules to one of the rooms upstairs, placing her gently on the bed. Meanwhile, Harris already called a doctor who arrived there in no time. "Doctor what's wrong with her?" Hero asked worriedly. The doctor was slightly taken aback and stared at Hero with wide eyes and mouth. 'Who is she to him?' He pondered, hearing the panic in Hero's voice and seeing how his gaze softened when they landed on the woman lying on the bed. Just like everyone else, the doctor knew Hero and how he was with women. He knew Hero hated wom

"Catherine, since you play this game, you must know the top player, Hero. He's become very popular on the internet, not only because he's good at the game, but also because he's incredibly handsome. He's been dubbed 'Gaming Adonis' by his fans." Amelia excitedly pointed at the computer screen, almost dragging the man from inside the computer out and presenting him in front of Catherine. Considering Amelia's excessive excitement, Catherine glanced up at the computer screen. Indeed, there was a pretty handsome face displayed on the screen. The young man did have a handsome face. He had a refined oval face, a prominent nose, and three-dimensional facial features. He looked truly alluring. Cathe

This time he’s clutching his neck then his chest. Ace chuckles darkly without stepping away from his gaze, initially satisfied to where things are heading. "How does it feel to have a dose of your own medicine? Oh scratch that...it's no medicine, it's poison,” she emphasizes the last word enough to shut him up for a few seconds due to shock, “heroin is pretty fatal right? having the right dose especially when combined with alcohol-it can kill you in minutes." "You...h.how did you.. I didn't see you-"

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

"Just injecting the toxin isn't enough. If he ever manages to run away one day, Liam will be scared." She picked up the scalpel from the tray. The blade pressed against my ankle. "Sever it." The doctor cried out in alarm, but Amelia did not pause for even a moment. With a forceful slash of her wrist, she cut down. The instant my tendon snapped, the toxin spread throughout my body. The double agony completely drowned me. I gripped the bedsheet beneath me with all my strength. Every fingernail broke, and blood stained the white sheets red. Two tears rolled from the corners of my eyes and fell onto the pure white pillow.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my nightgown. I, Anna Everton, stood frozen at the bathroom door. I was too terrified to move. My stomach was in knots and my brain was on sensory overload. Honestly, it was a toss-up which one was worse. The calm voice from inside my belly came again. He sounded wise beyond his years. I named him Caleb. 'Mommy, don't be scared. He's probably listening in from the study right now. He's judging your condition based on how often you're throwing up. Hurry up and act as weak and fragile as you're supposed to.'

I always thought Natalie was a beacon of hope, but I never expected that she, who was the source of my misery, had the audacity to play the hero. "Will the project still be considered a success if I ditch everything?" I asked the system. I knew how important this experiment was to Tyroth, so I was genuinely worried that I might screw the project over. "Don't worry. The data you've transmitted back is already sufficient to support the experiment. I will also report everything you've suffered in these worlds to Tyroth. Tyroth has now urgently enacted laws for any patient who endangers the safety of their rescuer in another world.

I had flush and red eyes, messy hair and I looked weak. No. I wasn't weak. I wasn't damaged. I had been wounded. Yes and betrayed too but this was not the conclusion of my story. If they believed they could humiliate me, erase me or do something bad to me then they were unsure of who they were playing with at that point. “Game on,” I muttered as I slowly wiped away my tears.

A single image replaced our data: a gold key, intricate and ancient, dripping with dark liquid that looked suspiciously like blood. A voice, distorted and cold, filled the room. "Lucian Blackwood. You were given a chance to rule in silence. You chose to be a hero instead. Heroes have a nasty habit of leaving behind grieving widows." "Who is this?" Lucian demanded, his voice a low growl. "We are the architects of your success. And we can just as easily be the architects of your ruin. Return the girl and the drive, and perhaps we will allow your son to keep his name. Refuse... and the Blackwood legacy ends tonight."

“He started a war I never asked to inherit.” Leona’s hand hovered over the keyboard. “He didn’t start the violence, he tried to stop it.” I closed my eyes. Adam Hart was a man who had given his life to the idea of right. He’d been my father; he’d been a lot more on paper. The ledger made him both a hero and a torch that lit a path I could either follow or burn. “I’m tired of being told to be small,” I said, though at that second it sounded like I was speaking to someone else. “Tired of dodging. If he tried to fix what he couldn’t control, maybe that’s on me now: to finish fixing it.”