A Hero Lies In You Novels & Stories

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON

I’ve seen some of the future, I’ve looked in Theseus’s pool. Lilith and Lora are the future, but their future doesn’t start for many years yet. So I keep stoic, the lie coming off as the truth but Zeus raising one brow, his acknowledgment of the lie coming from my mouth. I pray he doesn’t put me, pray that he keeps his opinion a secret and for some ungodly reason he allows my lie to remain. Thankfully allows it to remain. “Thank you… that was far easier than expected,” Hati spits happily.

No more lies, no more Ken, no more pretending I was okay. Then my phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up like a cruel joke. I glanced over, and there it was—*Ken*. His name flashing, mocking me. My heart twisted, a fresh wave of rage burning through the sadness. More tears spilled, blurring the room. “You,” I whispered, my voice shaking, barely audible. “You’re the cause of all this, Ken.” My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms. He lied about Tasha, about his other wife, about everything. He left me in the dark, made me the fool, the pathetic wife who thought she could hold it together. And now he had the nerve to call? Where was he when I called him first?

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

"I would've thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one most against my decision to remain concealed. You do hate liars after all." "Yes, but there is lying to hurt others, and lying for the greater good, and this decision will no doubt be for the latter. Not to mention, you're not technically lying to them, you're just not telling them everything. It's not like anyone has actually asked whether you're Kalani Ivashkov yet."

She asked him with a nervous chuckle while Hyun rolled his eyes. "Don't you have any good excuse?" "You know I am madly in love with you and I was trying to find a way to stay near you." "You are...?" He raised his eyebrow. "Are you lying to me?" "No, of course not. How can I lie to the most handsome, brave and the best fighter in this world. You are the great wolf spirit and I ...a lowly omega and a healer is in love with you." She sighed in the end while Hyun proudly nodded.

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

She lifted her shirt and exposed her lower back. "Didn't you say the heiress has a birthmark on her lower back? I don't have one, so it's absolutely not me!" Vita Davidson lifted her shirt, too. To be extra safe, she even started spouting nonsense. "Actually, I'm a man. I had gender reassignment surgery, so my gender doesn't even match. There's no way I could be the heiress!" After that, they exchanged a glance and suddenly shoved me to the front.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

I press my fingers to my temple. “Mm-hmm, ” she hums. “He’s just a client. ” “And I’m the Queen of England. ” I glance at her. “No, ” I say quietly. “I’m mad because I know him. ” That shuts her up. “What do you mean… you know him?” she asks slowly. I exhale. “He’s Alexander Sterling. ” “Okay…?” she says, confused. “As in Xander. ” Her eyes widen. “The Xander?” I nod.