Antihero Novels & Stories

the same fate as the notorious group of criminals that died before because they encountered the Von Heinlein knights. "Please, chief, think it through." ----- Anet was still trying to convince their leader. ----- "We could not afford to make the Von Heinlein family our enemy. So, let's return to our camp and abduct another noble." Anet spoke up, but Khan glared at him.

His feelings of understanding, admiration, and compassion for the female he just verbally maligned a while back has now grown and is now grating at his supposedly hardened persona… So she really had no idea about what was happening to her back then… Fuck me, that must have really been damn painful and traumatizing especially since it's your husband who… Hell, it’s a miracle she managed to keep her head despite everything that’s fucking happened to her… Yeah, that’s one ballsy broad my nephew would definitely fall in love with… And the one guy who’s told to remind her of this memory... and his... Is no other than me… Motherfucker, Antonio! How will Hero see me after I'm done with them?!

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Her face flamed and then slowly paled as Rachael's response sank in and trampled her pride into the dust . She wished with all her heart that she had said no, pushed him away, stuck to no business of confession and blame happening to her right now . But what was done was done and she could not change it. In spite of that sophisticated façade, Nicholas had a primal streak that ran through him like tempered steel and powered his volatility and his ruthlessness. He was Nicholas Hunter , the only man she ever loved . And might continue to always love. " I will see you later ."

My Dad was one of the best B-ranks in his days but he's retired now and when I grow up I'm going to surpass him, but my bratty elder brother always gets in the way. He frowned. 'If we're talking about dislikes I guess you can say he's the number one on my list. I'm a Turd and I'm going to be the greatest hero who ever lived.' He grinned. 'As for my strength you can say I'm really extremely strong and I don't wear down easily. However I kinda get angry a lot. Even the smallest thing annoy me.' Andrew rolled his eyes. 'My name is Ryan Zintez. I'm classified as a Wintex and my capabities are manipulating electricity. My goal is to protect the world from the shadows and while I'm gifted in all t

“You don’t get it—he’s not acting alone. He’s pulling people in, dangerous people. If you don’t listen, you’re both screwed.” My pulse stuttered. Not alone. Barry had always been terrifying enough by himself. The thought of him with allies—of his reach growing—made bile rise in my throat. Dante’s voice was ice. “And why should I believe a damn word out of your mouth?” “Because I used to run with him,” the stranger said, words tumbling faster now. “And I got out before he burned me, too. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. You think you’ve seen what he can do? You haven’t.”

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

I tagged several more staff in the group chat who also had the same kind of rare blood as Chloe. [@ZoeSmith @JakeMartinez, aren't you both RH-Negatives too? Why aren't you going?] [Or are you both into Chloe too?] RH-Negative blood had always been precious. If they had been willing to go, they would not have been stirring things up in the group chat. The moment they saw that, they panicked and quickly argued back. [Exactly. Why should we be forced to donate?]

50 years ago, a 29-year-old man worked under total anonymity to construct a shield in the sky for this country. 50 years later, he fell because of a petty farce. But the country he protected swept away the filth with the swiftest justice possible.

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'