He's A Hero Novels & Stories

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

"You really are terrible at accepting compliments." He smiled weakly. "I'd rather everyone stopped calling me a hero." "Why?" "Because I don't feel like one." "You don't have to." She gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. "Sometimes being a hero just means doing the right thing before you're afraid." Cassian didn't answer. But he never forgot those words. Outside the hospital, the story had already spread around the world. Television stations replayed the concert footage over and over again.

Victor hated me with everything he could muster. One day, he walked straight up to me and pointed in my face, yelling, "Was it you? Did you do all this so Chloe would grab onto me? You ruined me! I won't let you get away with this!" I shrugged. "Wasn't this your own trick? How does it feel now that it has been used on you? Happy?" My words sent Victor into a fury. In a fit of rage, he pulled a knife from his waistband and lunged at me. "If I can't live well, neither can you! Let's die together!"

"But he's also incredibly sweet and the other children love him." "What has he been doing?" Elena asked. "Nothing terrible," Miss Rodriguez assured us. "He just has a lot of energy and a very active imagination." "He gets that from both of us," I said. "He told me his daddy is a superhero," Miss Rodriguez said. "Is that true?" I felt my face get hot. "I'm not a superhero." "You are to him," Miss Rodriguez said kindly. "He told the whole class that you saved his mommy and his sisters from bad people and that makes you his favorite superhero."

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’m a hero like him?” “Of course you are. You did not know that you are a hero?” Elijah feigns doubt by furrowing his brows. Ezra shakes his head innocently. “Hmm. That’s strange. Well, it's understandable. Heroes don’t know they are heroes and that’s what makes them cool. You are our hero, Ezra.” Ezra looks up at me. “I am?” I smile and nod. “Yes, you are.” The sadness in his eyes is completely replaced with excitement. “I am a hero! I have superpowers and I defeated the evil monster! Hahahaha!” He raises his fist in the air.

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