False Hero Novels & Stories

I realized I had forgotten to block his contact completely. A new call came in. I hesitated. Then I answered. “Sylvia.” His voice was hoarse. “Where are you? Let me come to you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about. From the moment you completed your formal registration with her at City Hall, we were done. Do not contact me again.” The line was quiet for a second. “Sylvia. Six years. You will not even let me explain?” “Explain what? Why you gave me a fake mark while you registered with her as mates? Damon, why did you think I would wait forever?”

"Everyone watching—this is the fraud who stole over twenty years of my life!" Philip Lombardo shoved his phone at me, camera locked on me. His voice dripped hate. "Luca, you took my spot as Lombardo Corp's CEO, slept with my fiancée, lived in my mansion. After all these years... do you feel no shame?" The insults hit out of nowhere. I held it in. "I'm not a fake heir. You've got it wrong."

“I remind you that we were hanging, so technically we were both on top. I stopped short when I saw a coconut next to some dry leaves and fallen branches. I picked it up, tossed it at his head, and continued on my walk, grumbling under my breath every time a thorn scratched my skin. He's a fucking traitor. A liar with a fake smile who fooled everyone and I knew from the start that he was not someone to trust. He was hiding something and I was an idiot to believe that this secret was his gang and his murderous thirst for him. Nerd. He was my damn executor and I was like an idiot escaping next to him every single time. I couldn't stop reproaching myself for how stupid I had been and I started t

A humorless chuckle slipped his lips. "Love... it's such a foolish emotion. It blinds your senses and put your intelligence to shame. I was young, carefree, and reckless with no care for the consequences of my actions." His eyes glistened with a sheen of tears. "I never once thought my one mistake would come back to haunt me forever."

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

The more she spoke, the darker Charlie's face became. "Apologize to her, Isabel!" "She was the one who pretended to fall." I almost lost my footing when he pushed me, but I managed to steady myself. "I never touched her. That whole fall was just an act." Charlie’s jaw tightened. "Are you saying she's using her unborn child to frame you? You're about to be a mother too. Do you think that's something she’d do?" I looked at him, stunned by how fiercely he was defending her.

"Nah, once the house's in my name, I'll throw in some fake old tenants, stage a squat, and fake a meltdown. You guys can keep watching the trainwreck." The other guy lost it. "You're insane! Freakin' genius!" I staggered back, stomach twisting like I'd been punched. So the whole bankruptcy thing? Just one big scam. All those skipped meals, late nights counting coins, working through burn after burn—none of it even mattered to him. Not even as a joke. Then his friend asked, low, "Jack, you really feel nothing for her?" Jack laughed, ice-cold. "Feelings? For some cheap girl like her? Not worth it."

“Xavier, how do you have the nerve to say something like that? I’m only here to see how far you’ve fallen, to revel in your miserable life.” He froze for a second, then forced a bitter laugh. “I didn’t think you’d become so sharp-tongued. To be honest, I’ve only ever loved you. Do you believe me?” I spotted the fake sincerity on his face. I knew exactly how empty his words were. How could a man, who knew his future was in ruins, say something like that with a straight face? He probably thought I was still the same Sara, someone he could use whenever he needed. “Does it even matter whether I believe you or not? But your mom... she’d probably be heartbroken to see you like this,” I added, almo

For him, memorizing the names of two people in his class and joining the class chat group created on the social chat application LINE was more than enough to provide everything he needed while he was in college. Nothing less, and nothing more. "Yes, that is so. My older brother said, it might not be a robbery, but a random attack," said a female student who was standing not far from him, showing a fake cute expression. If I'm not mistaken, he remembers the student as one of Bianca's girlfriends. What's his name, huh? muttered Veronica. “Ah, that's right. If I'm not mistaken, your older brother works for the police, right? Is it okay to tell false information like that to civilians?” asked on

Maybe he should hear Fenris' evidence. He looked at his uncle. "Do you know for sure that he is using human weapons? How do you know?" Andre asked Fenris. Deep down he knew that Fenris was telling the truth. Yet, he could not help but hold on to a little hope that he was mistaken. Fenris was known for his integrity and thoroughness. Fenris was one of the few men that held honesty so dear that he would not lie to save his own life.