False Hero Novels & Stories

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

"You deserved it! It's all because you didn't tell her the truth about your identity. She didn't know that you were the one who abducted me. So now, the police are here." Despite Howard's taunts, Kirk merely stared down at him as if he were a pathetic person. Slowly, he said, "Those are my men." His words shattered Howard's illusion of hope. Howard's eyes turned wide in disbelief as he stared at Kirk. How could Kirk do something like this just so Caroline would believe in him? "Aren't you … afraid of retri—" Howard coughed up blood. "No," came Kirk's reply. "You'd better think it through. Will you be good so you can go to a better place after death, or will you wait for 20 more years until y

-"Ι know that you are very responsible and you take your job very seriously. But I also know that you didn't need to do this. You confronted your most loyal members for me and for that I cannot be more grateful" Although her words seemed wonderful and warmed my heart, I had my doubts as to whether they were true and genuine. Does she tell me the truth? Does she really feel grateful for my support yesterday? Or is it another trick of Nicolas and hers to fool me? Several thoughts flooded my mind before I could be able to reply to her. -"I think you are exaggerating. Like I said, I did nothing more or less than any other Alpha would do if they were in my position " Ι told her trying to look ind

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

His lips parted slightly, and I found myself wanting to kiss him again. I must be losing my mind, or perhaps this man has some sort of magical influence. If he truly believes that Maya will leave her husband for him, he’s gravely mistaken. He’ll be waiting an eternity. “I’m telling you what your mind refuses to acknowledge. Do you even know my nickname?” I said with a smirk. “It’s ‘the snail.’ I always stick to the side of truth.” He lets out a soft chuckle, “Your nickname doesn’t even fit the description. Can a snail really tell the truth?”

He closed the laptop and took her hand, his grip warm and grounding. Surely, if she was not Avery Wellesley, that would mean that they were not Noel and Neal Wellesley. They didn't belong to the Wellesley family, and the heritage which she had been fighting to protect all these years was never theirs to begin with. “They’re your sons,” he said quietly. “No DNA test, no name, no past can change that.” “But I was never Henry’s wife,” she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m not Avery Wellesley. That means Neal and Noel… they’re not his. And the whole world might find out that my identity was never real.”

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

yes, I want to hold one on my aged hands "Mrs Sarah said smiling out tears "Come on mom, you are not old yet.. " Max said, smiling happily at his mom.. "So how is Alex your boss doing.. "Mrs Sarah asked "he's not the boss again ,we change our position.. " max said taking a sit close to his mom "really!! But why? " "he's also looking for a true lover.. Mom.. " max explained "don't you think it's high time you tell him your REAL IDENTITY "Mrs Sarah said in fear

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"