Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

Hero said then hold my hand. "What? Your dad might get angry," I said worriedly. "They will not be home until the midnight with your papa. They have social functioning to attend to tonight," Hero explained briefly as he paid the taxi as it halted infront of the mall. Hero put on his dark glasses, removed his necktie put in his backpack then face me. He removed my necktie, unbutton two buttons of my shirt and put another dark glasses on me. "Here is your tip, Sir for being patient with us. Thank you for your service. Maybe we can call you when we go home to service us? Do you have a phone number?" Hero said in a polite way.

Ryan informed them all. "It's gonna be okay, I assure you she's too small to be put in jail," Ashley comforted Linda, who was worried about her little daughter's fate. "Probably Juvenile," Ryan said in a cold tone and went out. Suzanne went out also, carrying Patches and Ethan followed her. Ashley sighed and went after them. Soon the door was flung open. Some heroes in their youth came in. They were only three. "Hero League," the tallest that stood in the middle flashed his ID card. The guy and girl that stood beside him also flashed theirs.

She whipped her head to him and he saw the scare on her face. Good. At least she had her guard up. “Just yell and I'll get you out as quickly as possible,” he told her. She smirked, “Ouh. I didn't know you took superheroes as your side duty.” He couldn't find her words funny. She would never understand how he was risking his own head but bringing her here. If Leroy found out- “Please just be very careful. If anything happens to you,” he stared at her with a knowing look and she nodded before he let her go.

"He fought them with truth. He stood up and he said, 'No more lies.' He fought for people he didn't even know, to make the world safe for people like us. He was a hero because he didn't care about himself; he cared about stopping the rot." She paused, making sure her next words were clear. "Because of his courage, we are safe now. Because he started the fight, we were able to finish it. We got you back because Dad was a hero." Mateo slowly lowered the sketchbook, finally meeting her eyes. They were wide, blue, and terrified, but they held a spark of comprehension. "So the fighting is finished?" "The fighting is finished," Ariella promised him. "The bad people who wanted to hurt us are gone.

I’d used the same instincts that kept us alive to decide a life wasn’t worth the risk. My vision blurred. Jax’s hand landed lightly on my shoulder, a touch so uncharacteristically gentle I almost missed it. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You made the right call.” “There was no call,” I said. “There was nothing. We just… let him go.” “We’re not Superman,” he said. “We’re debris in a haunted kiddie pool. Trying to be everyone’s hero gets you killed faster here.” His bluntness scraped. It also grounded.

“You’re dangerous.” He cocked his slightly like he didn’t understand. “I’m very fucking dangerous, sweetheart. But I’m not dangerous to you.” “You just said you would kill someone if I fucked them.” “Yeah, I would.” He doubled down, didn’t backpedal, didn’t gaslight me. “So, I would get someone killed…and I would have to carry that guilt.” “Don’t fuck anyone else, and you’ll save lives. You’re a superhero.” I didn’t find this one bit funny. “I’m being serious.”

The number one healer on the server. Game ID: Miracle Hands. This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant. Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way. All it took was one sentence: "Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology." Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.

"You look like the strongest person I know." The sincerity in his voice made my throat close up. I'd spent so many years thinking of myself as broken, damaged, not quite enough. Hearing him describe me like I was something precious instead of something that needed fixing... "Don't," I said quietly. "Don't what?" "Look at me like that. Like I'm some kind of hero. I was terrified the entire time." His hands stilled on my shoulder. "You think heroes don't get scared?" "Heroes don't spend half the fight wanting to run away."

I know it’s hard for you to see him again but we’d have to get–’ ‘I’m about to break your teeth if you don’t stop talking already.’ I swing a fist under his nose. He scatters away further if that is even possible. Ugh! Some macho Alpha he considered himself to be. Scattering away in fear of mate, wasn’t he supposed to be invincible and whatever the fuck those filthy heroes are? ‘Hero…see! You want him to be a hero.’

"Liam, this is going to be so draining, I am so tired already, I wish I could just not care for the people here and just leave," "You know you can't do that, you know you can't, that's why we have to fight this, whatever comes in the next couple of days, we will fight it together okay? We are going to get through this and y'all will go back the way you came, and with a hero badge too, because you guys are heroes," Liam said hugging her. "I don't feel anything like a hero right now, I feel more like a loser," "You are not, don't ever think you are a loser okay?"