False Hero Novels & Stories

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.

"You have strength, yes. But you have no history. You have no scars." ​The false Vlad lunged, a strike that moved with the speed of a physical law. Vlad didn't parry. He stepped into the arc of the blade, letting it graze his shoulder. The blood that spilled onto the pavement was the final, undeniable proof of their humanity. It was real. It was warm. It was proof of sacrifice. ​As the blood hit the ground, something shifted. The stolen memories within the false heroes began to fray. They were built on a foundation of archive data, not lived experience. They couldn't handle the raw, chaotic input of Vlad’s pain.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

Neglecting to tell the truth still counts as a lie. I'M four episodes deep into my shameless N*****x binge, that has now migrated to my bedroom, when my phone lights up. It's face up on my old nightstand, and the number isn't in my contacts, but I recognize it immediately as the same one crinkled inside my purse. I hit deny, for the third time in the past hour. I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer.

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

But when I arrived at the lobby, I was immediately blocked by his secretary. "Ma'am, where is Sir Zedrick? I'm just going to sign something with him," said the female secretary. "What? Isn't he here?” I asked in surprise. "Yes? A... well... okay ma'am, I'll check with his office first. Maybe he's there!" His secretary suddenly got nervous and quickly left in front of me. I became even more suspicious of his actions because he suddenly turned pale. I left the office shaking my head, knowing the answer to my question. He didn't go to the office, he went to someone else's. How long will you lie to me... Zedrick. How long will you fool and deceive me?

“A good number but that’s not the case. You should see Neil…” “Stop comparing yourself to people.” She snapped, “You’re you, you’re the best of you. Value the people who like you for who you really are. Those girls flocking around Neil and Brandon are only after their money, their looks, their game and what they get on the bed; they don’t actually like them for them. One day, Neil and Brandon would get tired when they realize they have a lot of fakes in their lives, they would start to look for what you have; real friends, a stable life, true love. What they have currently won’t last, can’t you see that? Colton Adams, you are…” She stopped when he began crying. She hugged him. She was sure p

his daughter asked, tears streaming down and soaking her beautiful blue dress. "Daughter... please, take her away. She has nothing to do with this. My family is innocent!" he said again, nervously. "Oh, my dear doctor, you don't want to reveal the truth in front of your daughter? The truth that you are a liar, an impostor, and unethical? I heard your dear daughter dreams of becoming a doctor to be an excellent physician like her father. What will happen when she finds out you falsified the death certificate of my daughter and the cause of death to make it look like Eleanor is a murderer!" I shouted angrily. Dr. Afonsos' daughter looked at him surprised, shaking her head in disappointment. It

I thought one more risk could buy us a new beginning. So I swallowed the drug. Five hours later, they gave me a prepaid debit card and sent me home. By the time I reached our basement apartment in Queens, pain was spreading through my lower back, and my mouth tasted like rust. I stopped outside the door, heard enough from Adrian’s phone call to understand everything, then covered my mouth as blood surged up my throat. My parents were alive. Liz was alive. The debt was fake. And the past five years had only been a punishment.

And he was startled. "I am not Mike" I said to him softly. "Please stop that" He said to me, removing my hands to his face. "I am saying the truth" "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" he said to me "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" I begged to him "Trying to deny even yourself, what happen to you Mike?" he said with a pain in his eyes "I am Lucas, please listen to me. You can contact my family, please release me"