Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

“She would have kept killing, you know? Cher. She had a taste for it. She wouldn't have stopped.” “So you’re saying I did the world a favour?” “Yes.” “I’m a fucking vigilante.” He embraced me and pulled me against his chest. His scorching skin brushing against mine sent heat waves cascading through my body. “Or a super hero.” I snorted and stood back, but kept our physical connection by taking his hand in mine. “Where are our guards?” “Right here, Princess,” Casper said and stepped out behind a big tree. Troy smiled. “They submitted to you last night,” he said in my head.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to feel you bad. Hell, I got your point there, and once again, you amaze me, you make me proud, but I couldn't show it. You don't know how much I want to smile proudly while saying, 'hey, that's my girl' when I found out it is your idea, but babe, I just couldn't." "I told you already to be careful because Dr. Jhero is keeping an eye on you, right? Babe, I know something is off, I know. I know there is something with this mission, and I know that you feel it too. But babe I couldn't say it out loud that we are thinking the same thing." He kisses my neck lightly before resuming, "Every move we make is being monitored by Dr. Jhero. We are in his la

“I usually don’t.” “That’s dangerous,” he replies lightly. We stop outside my building. “Thank you,” I say, already reaching for the door. “Lyra,” he calls. I look back. “Be careful.” I nod, stepping out before my thoughts betray me. As I walk away, one thing is painfully clear. God help me. Because this is getting complicated.

“Hey. Look at me. I’m here.” His eyes shifted slowly, like it took effort just to move them. They landed on me. “You waited,” he said. His voice wasn’t angry. That made it worse. “I didn’t know,” I said fast. Too fast. “I was trying to be careful. I didn’t want to make things worse.” He smiled. Weak. Sad. “Careful gets people killed,” he said. My throat closed. “No. I wouldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t—”

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "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.”

“Caleb King was about to shoot Nathan when I stabbed him with the drugged needle. He immediately turns around to get revenge but I..." I hit him on the head and say, “Stop exaggerating. You are not a fucking hero. The moon goddess was just helping you." “Why did she choose and not you or someone else? Whether you admit it or not, I am a fucking hero." He gets on the table, places his hands on his waist, and yells, “I am a superhero." Lucinda who just walks in sees his display of madness and glares at him. “Get down right now you dirty pig." Lucy hisses.

I was about to answer however he move apart calming his head by brushing his hair. I sighed to build strenght and utter. "L-Look. I just really find it unfair, so I walk in." "That's not an excuse," he darted at me. I bit my lips. "Y-Yes it is. Someone is in danger, I need to help." "Why? Because you want to be a hero someday?" He sarcastically said.

“Jenna’s safety is the most important to me. If you have to decide between me and her. Choose. Her!” There was no ounce of doubt in my voice. They nodded in the affirmative. “Also, don’t shift unless you absolutely have to. There is a human here and he is with the authorities. He may be a friend but my trust in him is a bit cold.” “Is there any problem, alpha?” Hector asks, his face twisting in worry. “No, nothing aside from the current situation. He is just a friend.” They all nodded and got their gears ready. They were about to turn and get into their car when I called Hector back.

“Marcus literally put guards on the stairs so nobody storms in.” Warmth spread through me again. “They really care that much?” “You’re their Luna, dummy. You almost died saving all of us. Of course they care.” Hero. There was that word again. Still didn’t fit. Heroes don’t have blood on their hands. Heroes don’t carry something dark and hungry inside them. But looking at Evie’s teary smile, George’s proud look, Dane’s quiet intensity… maybe it didn’t matter what label I gave myself. I’d done what had to be done.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.