Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

"No, you didn't do this. Helena did. And we are going to catch that undead motherfucker, this time, I'll make sure she can't come back to life." There was determination in his voice as he said it and it made me smile. "I'm glad I have my own personal hero." He shrugged. "I wouldn't call myself a hero. Not many people like me. I'd say that I'm your very own Villain." I laughed. "Right. . ." I began to walk away. "We should go home and re-strategise." I heard him fall into step behind me and I barely made it three steps when I felt a sudden zap in my core.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

Clarisse sheaths her sword, and Lucia kneels and says, " you don't need to be scared. I'm Lucia, a battle mage. And this is Clarisse, Knight of Esperia member. And you are?" Zane is nervous and can only think of how to run away from the two. He then responds, "Zane… just Zane, call me Z." "Nice to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet the new hero!" Lucia joyously says, lending a hand to Zane to stand up. "You better make sure you're right about him being the hero, Lucia," Clarisse grumpily says. "Hero?! Wait wait wait, I'm no hero. I don't even know what I am. There has got to be an understanding here," Zane confusedly says.

Biden grins and honestly, I relax. With a genuine smile on my face, I hug him and thank him and coach looks pretty fucking happy as well. "Now, we're gonna go in there, you're gonna give them whatever they ask of you so that you lessen their suspicious and for god's sake don't forget you're Dave Axel Williams, not Axel Jarvis. You don't even know that guy, but you're in a hurry to go back to training. Just let me do the talking, okay?" I nod and we stand up, ready to go to the police station.

He stood beside the mold-covered wall, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his hair combed neatly into place. His mouth was talking about the company's cash flow, but his eyes were watching my reaction to see if I would hesitate, question him, or call Grandpa to verify his story. I lowered my head and lifted Kayla out of her carrier, holding her close against my chest. "Sure. I'll call him tomorrow." Christian smiled. He walked over and planted another kiss on my forehead, his lips as chapped as earlier. "Thank you for doing this. Once we get through this difficult period, everything will be fine again."

“Must be nice politics in Olympus.” He finally looked up at me, and I could see red highlights in his eyes. “It’s a special brand of torture they reserve for heroes like me. They take a war-hardened veteran who used to command thousands and led armies against chimeras...and now he’s grooming a child not to track mud through the front hall.” “I’m sure children are far less dangerous than chimeras,” I said, leaning against the bar. “Less likely to bite you.” He froze. His mouth twitched like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Then, he laughed.

“This is not about liking it.” “It is,” he said firmly. “For me.” I swallowed, studying him for a long moment, then nodded once. “Fine,” I said. “But we do this carefully and quietly. No heroics.” His mouth twitched. “I make no promises.”

he said lightly. “Already did,” I replied. He studied my face, then sobered. “They’re coming again.” “Yes.” “And you’re not going to keep me out of it.” “No.” A slow smile touched his lips. “Good.” I crossed my arms. “You’re injured.” “I’m healing,” he countered. “Fast.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Listen to me. You stay where I can see you. You follow orders. You don’t play hero.” His gaze softened. “I follow you.”

“You're the only one who can purify the prisoners. You have to go in. Logic understands that.” “But?” “But my heart wants to wrap you in bubble wrap and sit on you until this is all over.” I turned in his arms to face him properly. “I'll be careful.” “You'll be reckless and brave and probably make me age another two hundred years.” “I'll be careful,” I repeated, then added with a small smile, “and reckless and brave. It's called multitasking.” He cupped my face in his hands, his touch impossibly gentle. “If you die—”

He reached for her hand but I blocked the contact by stepping forward before he could touch her. “Miss Hale needs space,” I said calmly and his expression tightened, a frown marring his beautiful face. I don’t know why I did that but something about him touching her just didn't sit right with me. He was a filthy scumbag. “And you are?” “Kade Wolfe. Bodyguard.” His gaze flicked over me dismissively. “Ah. Of course.” He turned his attention back to Aria. “Darling, I tried calling—” “I know,” she interrupted midway. “I ignored them.” The silence that followed engulfed the entire table.