Background Hero Novels & Stories

I'm Aiden, a background character in a melodrama novel. When the arrogant scholarship student, Brock, transferred into our school and cursed the four most powerful families as a cancer on society, I was studying. While the four heiresses dragged Brock through endless love-hate drama, I kept grinding away. That was until the midterm exams, when I snatched first place away from him. The Holdsworth heiress locked me in a dark storage room, saying she'd keep me there for three days to teach me a lesson. So I calmly dialed an encrypted number on my phone. After all, it's a trashy melodrama. Who doesn't have a hidden identity? Three minutes later, the entire school was surrounded by a fleet of

We could never go back to the past, even if the child were still here. I'd given up on our relationship the moment he chose Helen over me. The End.

I can’t help but chuckle, “You sound like you can’t wait for those five months, two weeks and six days to be over.” “More like I never want to it to end.” he says as he pushes the door open, I am temporarily blinded by the light, his arm comes up and shields me, and when I look up again, my eyes had adjusted, and I was met with another field that went on forever, it was so beautiful, I tried not to blink, in case I missed anything. And thank the heavens I did not, there were five huge horses grazing around. My eyes almost fall out of their sockets. “Horses? you have horses?! in your backyard?!”

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Agnes heading glowed blue. M.M. / 8 / threshold support active / male calm response marked / relocation risk high. Her breath shortened. Eight. The same age range as the photograph at the gate. History did not repeat cleanly. It did not need to. Systems simply preferred similar windows—children old enough to follow instructions and young enough to confuse tone with safety. Ezra noticed the change in her immediately. His gaze followed hers to the glowing line before returning to her face. “No.” She frowned. “No what?”

The last thing I needed was to overthink this. When I returned, Julian was already positioned in front of the camera. The set design had shifted slightly, and now there was a dark velvet couch in the center of the frame. Marissa gestured between us. “The theme is forbidden desire. The kind of love that’s undeniable but dangerous. We want to capture the yearning.” Yearning. Fantastic. Julian arched an eyebrow at me, clearly amused. “Sounds right up our alley.” I ignored him and took my place beside him, keeping a respectable distance.