He's A Hero Novels & Stories

He was learning what it felt like when your future hung on something you couldn't control but all I felt was a strange, reluctant understanding. "I could help you," I heard myself say and his head snapped up. "What?" "With your grades. I could tutor you." The words spilled out before I could stop them. "I have A's in all those classes. I could help you get caught up." "Why would you do that?" His eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You hate me." "I do." There was no point in lying. "But I need you to win the debate championship and you need to pass your classes to play football."

I end the call before she can respond, my chest heaving with suppressed fury. Harry stirs beside me, already half-asleep. His tiny hand finds mine, squeezing lightly. "Daddy?" he mumbles, eyes fluttering closed. "Tell me 'bout the superhero now?" I force a smile, brushing his hair back. "Of course, little man. This one's about the strongest hero ever. A hero who fights for what's his and never fucking gives up." And right now, that hero isn't just fighting for his son. He's fighting for Violet, too.

He cursed when he reminds himself that he didn't have his number, up until he remembers about his email address that he can log in via his laptop. He sighed and finally relax as he had found a way to contact Blair, but his eyes were so heavy and he finally drifted off to sleep until he woke up to his mother by his side. "Ian? honey...why didn't you tell me that you got hurt on duty? and who's the woman saying that she's your partner from work, and where's Blair?" "Water..." he smiled at her mother and seated himself to the headboard. He was feeling extremely parched and was glad to see his mother and she gladly help him with a glass of water.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

“You’re bleeding… you’re hurt, aren’t you? Judging by all this much blood, it must be serious. W-We need to take you to the hospital, now—“ my eyes stung as they swept over him, desperate to find the wound. My lips quivered as panic gripped my chest. ‘Mira! I need to call her—“ but before I could run for help, Sir Hart caught my hands, firm yet gentle, grounding my spiraling fear. His touch was warm, steady. “Tiara…” he said softly. “It’s not my blood.” He added, shaking his head. “… what?” I froze. He held my gaze, his thumb brushing over my trembling fingers. “It’s from Avila’s men. None of this is mine. I’m still standing, aren’t I?” he said slowly. He made sure that I understand each wor

My husband, Colonel Ronan, swore to protect the wife and son of his fallen comrade. Everyone in Greyhaven admired his devotion. At home, our seven-year-old daughter learned to eat her birthday cake without him. Then her teacher sent home an assignment. [My father is dead. He died at Mara's house. Whenever she calls, he goes to her, and I have to wait until he remembers me.] Ronan came home demanding an explanation, with a birthday present tucked beneath his arm. Our daughter thanked him. "Good evening, Colonel." He wanted me to tell her to call him Dad. Instead, I answered the letter I had kept hidden in my desk. My father, the King of Northmere, had asked me to come home. He wanted me to r

he said caressing the tip of her hair. "Who are you?" Finesia asked and slapped his hand away from her hair. The unknown man grinned and when their eyes met, a vision of a raindrops suddenly appeared on her eyes, an everlasting raindrops. "I am the God of war they say but never did I became bad, I'm as good as the Sun, but I am neither kind when it comes to my interests. I am the Son of Ephelitius and I am your brother, Finesia." The raindrops stopped and it was eaten by a light. A light means truth, that's what her vision says.

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.

To her surprise, it was a red-haired guy from another school, which uniform she was not familiar with. "Hey, Hero! Don't interfere in this!" said the man who talked to her first. "You are in MY territory," the guy named Hero said firmly, declaring his authority over his claimed territory. The three men laughed. "Territory? It's already outside the Morsons' gate. You've got no authority here," said the man holding her. Without warning, Hero rushed at him and kicked him in the face. The guy fell to the ground, loosening his grip on her. She instantly freed herself and ran towards her savior.

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post