Ben Ten Hero Time Novels & Stories

“I’ll wait… but not for long.” Alina winked at him before grabbing her bag and ducking into the cozy tent to change. She took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement as she slipped into the bikini. She glanced at herself in the mirror inside the tent. The bikini fit perfectly, hugging her curves and making her feel undeniably sexy. She could already imagine the look on Anton’s face when he saw her. Stepping out of the tent, she found Anton lounging on the blanket, his gaze instantly locking onto her. His eyes widened slightly, and he let out a low whistle. “Wow,” he breathed, his voice husky. “You look absolutely stunning.”

The guards look at me like I've lost it. [Hector, I can't reach you. I'm losing my mind.] [They say if you bleed enough, the person you miss will appear in your dreams. So every night I cut my skin. It hurts, but the more I bleed, the happier I feel—because then I dream of you.] ... Ten thousand messages, all the same unhinged rambling. One thing was clear—Donna's mind was gone.

" I did you wrong and I want to do right." " Nothing could ever be right between us." " I'm sorry." He suddenly says. I shake my head as more tears flow down my face. " No you're not. You're Reece Cullen, the Mighty Cullen. What would make the ' King' want to apologize to Lil' old me, huh?!" I say sarcastically.

“You are talking like I am going to be here with you all the time.” “Do you think I don’t want you here all the time?” he asked as he pulled back and looked at her. “I do.” “But.” She said, even more confused. “Don’t,” he said. “We will work up to everything in time. Just know that you are where you are supposed to be. Do you understand that?” “If you say so.” She said as she yawned. “Good girl.” He whispered as he touched his lips to her temple. “Now, close your eyes. If you wake up again, I will be right here next to you.”

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

I smiled at him once again, trying to convince him. I looked at him, but his face expressed disbelief. "Potato chips and gatorade? But that's not good for you." He reached for the next alley of drinks, passing at my gatorade drink. "Here, take this," he said, while giving me a yogurt. "Gross, what's this?" I asked while reading the label of the drink. "Squash flavored drink and a bread," he said, pushing the cart once again. I punched his shoulder. "You're a monster, Brent!"

"How considerate of you. Thanks a million." He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking. "So, what do you think?" "About what?" He immediately started selling Arthur to me with enthusiasm. "Why not give it a real shot? Arthur is upright and kind. He would never turn into another Edward. Besides, he's handsome. Your future kids would be ridiculously good-looking." I was so exasperated that I had no choice but to wave him off. "Fine. Fine. I'll give it a try, okay? Just stop talking."

"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.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

A smooth voice called out. She looked up to her archenemy looking down at her. Famous, arrogant and extremely rich Aiden Smith. Clara hated his guts and the way he spoke. Aiden's voice was surprisingly too cool for the pride he exudes. While growing up, they meet during parties and they’ve never been on good talking terms. He was simply unavoidable. If he wasn’t at a party she was, he was at a restaurant or a coffee shop. His presences was everywhere she went, almost as if he was stalking her. But he wasn’t. They just visited lots of places in common.