Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

Betty called out when Carella was going to hop in. "Yes?" Betty sighed and turned to look at the speeding car of Heather before she sighed again and turnes to look at Carella. "Be careful with her." When Carella tilted her head in confusion, Betty clearfied. "Be careful with Heather. Don't trust her." And with those words, Betty turned around and walked back to the little Cafè. *** James and Doneld sat in their car and looked at Robel Petros' gate that leads to his mansion.

He said and I nodded. Straight with it, I am a busy man. I told him while continuing to work. There is this man that have been stalking and disturbing my life lately, I thought I should let you know, because I don’t know what he wants, but he did say that his name is Hammond Drill. He said and I paused. Slowly I looked up at him in a deep frown which he noticed because he unconsciously backed out. You do know you look scary now, right? He asked, and I scoffed.

But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me. 【It's over. The second you step into the advanced healing room, they'll call the Luna's time of death.】 【They're just waiting for you to walk in and be the damn scapegoat.】 【The entire room will cover for the Elder's daughter, Stella. They'll pin the Luna's death on you and call it medical malpractice.】 【BE CAREFUL!】 I gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Stella. She was a healer from my class and the only daughter of Head Elder Harrison.

Holy shit—I’d love to ride that beard. I give my head a brisk shake.Stop it, Layla. He’s more than a hot, growly, yummy-smelling, tatted-up hunk of muscle that I’d love to grind on. He’s a person. A whole person. With feelings and everything. Objectifying the poor man is wrong. I pull myself together and step into the living room. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” I say. When Arnold looks up and sees me coming, he wobbles and falls on his ass. “Whoa…” he says under his breath, blinking slowly at me.

I turned to him. He looked at me with that same expression from earlier heartbreak and fear mixed with something dangerous and warm. “I need you to be careful,” he said. “I am careful.” “No.” His voice dropped. “You’re brave. That’s not the same thing.” I opened my mouth, but he stepped closer close enough that I felt his breath against my forehead. “Tonight could’ve ended differently,” he whispered. “And I…I don’t know what I’d do if…” He cut himself off again, fingers curling into fists.

Do they really need my dramatic death just so they can become the heroes of this story? What a bunch of rubbish! I gritted my teeth. "Do you kn-" "Your hand is precious." He cut my words. "Let my guard do the slapping." Did I hear him right? My eyes brightened at his words. So you're on my side after all. "Okay," I agreed. "Osiris." At his call, a handsome man with red hair and grey eyes stepped forward. What the... Isn't he one of the sub male leads? The one who would end up dying while protecting the heroine?

"We already discussed this. I'm not hiding while my brother—" "I'm not asking you to hide," he cut me off, brushing a strand of hair from my face with unexpected tenderness. "I'm asking you to let me take the first hit if it comes to that. My body heals faster than yours." The concern in his eyes made my throat tighten. After our confrontation with Marcus's hologram earlier, Leo had been even more protective—if that was possible. I nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But if you get yourself killed trying to play hero, I'll never forgive you."

I frown. “Why?” Her hands tremble. “Because he’s dangerous.” I glance back at the drawing. Then at her. Confused. “Isn’t he a hero?” Something in her expression breaks completely. “No.” The word is sharp. Immediate. Final. “He’s not a hero,” she says again, softer, but more terrifying. I don’t understand. “He’s strong,” I argue. “Strength isn’t everything,” she whispers. I open my mouth to ask another question—but a sharp scream cuts through the air.

He pouted as I smiled. “How many times have you seen me this week? Huh? And why did you have to get injured? I've told you countless times to be careful.” I scolded, trying to keep my tone soft at the same time. “I was playing a superhero with Brie and Remi. I was Superman. Brie, Wonder Woman and Remi, supergirl.” “Superman does not hurt himself. He's very careful while saving the say. So you’ll be careful from now on. You know you can't protect your sisters if you're injured right?” I questioned meaningfully as he nodded his head.

The way he said I shall see where his head was when I take him home. He looked like he enjoyed that. “Well, whatever he is, to us, he is our beta and he just rid us of a monster we have feared all our lives. From now on, everyone will sleep easy knowing that he is gone. For that, he is our hero, but to you…” he paused shaking his head.