Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

All their teammates had their own earpieces to stay coordinated and call for backup if needed. “I’m done,” Zekiel glanced at Hero, who now looked like he was drenched in his own blood, with a fake wound on his stomach. “Okay, move!” Hero immediately got out of the car and ran toward the main door as planned. “Argh! H-help! Someone help me!” Hero screamed, deliberately stumbling to make his act more convincing. The guards aimed their guns at him, but when they saw him collapse onto the floor, they rushed to help. “Grab him and take him inside!” shouted the man in charge of guarding the main entrance.

he grins at me, pulling away. He searches my eyes for something and then lowers his head and brushes his mouth against mine, “I’ll be right here. You also stay safe. Don’t be reckless. Screw everyone else. Save yourself first. If somebody is going to lose an arm, don’t play the hero. Let them lose the arm. They probably deserve it for laying themselves open.” I nod. He steps back and dons on his chest plate and then his helmet. *** I’ve never been in the middle of a battlefield like this.

Why are you always shielding him? - I'm a pacifist, and I try not to interfere in conflicts, especially those sucked from the finger, - I said sternly, but then I hugged my friend. - I'm not a hero, I'm a nerd. “For someone in the future, you will definitely become a hero,” Jess hugged me back. - And now let's go catch our elusive graffiti artist? - Jess, - I sighed doomedly, seeing an unhealthy gleam in the eyes of the interlocutor. “Maybe not today?”

News really have its way to fly and spread like a wildfire. Hero suddenly shifted his grip on my wrist to a wrap on my shoulder, pulling me closer to his chest. Dazed of how he protects Alyana, I looked up at him, his gaze pasted to everyone was so plain, I can't even read any emotion on them. "They are asshole---" "Shhh, they're here" Hero gave them a threatening look which, in an instant, suppressed the talking. Notice that shift of attitude? Fantastic! Note the sarcasm, please.

It was clear to see that he sought to murder the man in his front. She hated that she was hopeless. Yes, she wanted to help him too, but with Aurora’s hold and Cirrus’ words, a ray of hope bloomed inside her — that everything would turn out just fine. She continued to watch the fight, face contorted with worry, but when she saw the change of Marcus’ appearance, that’s the time when she was thoroughly agape.

"Because she's a good and nice person." Hero scoffed. "You are still a child, that's why you are fooled by her innocent looks," he said. Harley also scoffed, before saying, "I'm not a child anymore, I'm seven. No one is fooling me, I know she's good because my heart tells me so. unlike you Lord grumpy, you wouldn't know because you don't listen to your heart." "Why do you say that chubby?" Hero asked, raising his brow.

Okay now I get it, someone named Luna has gotten hurt, but the other guy says she's tough so I'm sure she'll be okay. "Once I find them, they're dead, to hurt her is to hurt me and this entire pack." My body stiffens at his words, this Luna is someone special to him and the pack, I knew I was reading too much into him being gentle and caring for me, he's just a good person wanting to help a damaged girl.

“Why? Only Ronan gets to play the hero?” I held my breath at the mention of Ronan. He just called the Ronan hero. My muscles jerked. I wore a man’s disguise at the moment. So, him calling Ronan my hero was as dangerous as it sounded. I steadied my breathing, forcing the tremor from my voice. “I don’t know about him being a hero,” I said coldly, “but you definitely aren’t one.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Low and lazy, like he enjoyed every second of this.

Finally, Adams spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice was measured, cold, and sharp like a man who’d buried too much of himself to ever truly raise it again. “Leo.” “Sir.” “You're going to handle this tonight” Leo straightened. “What exactly should I—?” “I want her here,” Adams cut him off, tone clipped. “Safely. Without a bruise. Without a scratch. Without even a strand of her goddamn hair being touched.”

Everything's finally over. And just like that, the comments faded into silence. I honestly wanted to thank them. Alfie must have noticed me staring at the sky. He tilted his head and looked up at the sky. "What are you looking at?" I turned around. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, his smile soft. "Congratulations," he said. "You made it out." He was right. It was over. Everything had finally ended.