He's A Hero Novels & Stories

"He shot you." "He did." He nodded. "And it hurts like hell." "You're not bleeding." She looked at his chest again. "You're supposed to be dead." "I told you sweetheart, it's you and me.. forever." He cupped her face. "Nothing is taking you away from me ever again." Tears streamed down Saira's cheeks. "You're not dying?" "Definitely not." He chuckled and winced. "Uriel Yamaguchi knew what he was doing when he made this mask for me."

In one year, he had gone from a mere soldier to a protector, the one Christopher trusted the most. Christopher does something that John had never imagined seeing Christopher do. He stretches out his hand and shakes the man who, every day, was willing to give his life for him. John blushes but smiles. - I won't forget your offer, John. Then he turns to Leo. - If you're going with me, move. – Then he runs to the helicopter, where the pilot collects the two brothers' bags and places them safely in the aircraft. Two minutes later, the helicopter flew towards an airport, where his private plane awaited.

In one quick move, Dustin flickered his fingers, and Hero was sent slamming against the rumble. “Hero!” they yelled in unison. Hero groaned as he fell to the ground, the blood he coughed splattered on the debris beneath him. Merrick hurried to his side helping him to his feet. Now they know, this man is no ordinary human. Ophelia had no idea how far his powers went, she hesitated. “Now, as we were saying,” Dustin started, clearing his throat, and turned sideways to Bernard and Valarie. “Does he know the truth?” “The truth of his birth?”

Athletic. A low voice spoke behind her. “Uh, Miss… I think you’ve got the wrong person.” Rhea stumbled back, mortified. Her hand flew to her forehead as her face turned red with embarrassment. The stranger turned around slowly, revealing a face straight out of a K-drama: flawless skin, sharp features, full lips. He was tall, model tall, with a frame that made her forget how to breathe. She blinked, stunned. He kinda looks like Lee Dong Wook? She thought, heart skipping a beat.

He looks up at me and his honey eyes behind the specs tell me enough. "Yes, yes. I will play with you. Please release my arms." I didn't need him to tell them that. But I know better. They wouldn't have listened to me anyway. The boys exchange a few glances and then leave my arms. Finally! Even though the boy looks too dramatic, I cannot help but feel like bending on my knees and screaming 'My Hero!!!!' "Now move. Breathe her." The nerdy hero says and they move aside, giving me some space to stand properly.

He shouted. Before he could pull the trigger I raised the vase and hit it onto the back of his head causing the gun to fire out the window and knock him out. Thank heavens. "Mom, are you okay?" I grabbed her for a hug. "Yes, Tristan I'm fine. Is he dead?" Mom asked worriedly. I checked his pulse by his neck to see if he was alive. It was beating so it meant that he was still alive. "He's alive. The police should be arriving soon let's hope he's still knocked out by then." I told Mom.

Right after Hero showed Aurelie the main cafeteria, they went to the last room in Building B which is the BROTHERS' room that has an acronym of BROS. But, before Hero could even hold the door handle, it suddenly opened and the group's famous member had come out while holding his phone. He was shocked and quickly drew an attractive smile at the two. "Sir Hero. What brings you here?" "How are you doing, Jareth?" Hero asked him. "Oh, please just call me Red. I'm not really that comfortable when you call me with my first name," he said before glancing at Aurelie.

he said the last part with a hoarse, broken voice. He then rested his forehead on mine. My mouth parted as everything sank in. Tears pooled in my eyes. I couldn’t believe the Beta had offered himself to save me. “He... almost died! He almost died! And he... he didn’t want.. to yield! I had... to beg him... All because... he was... try... trying to.. save me?! Your Beta... he’s so... so stupid!” I stuttered between my cries, the side of my fist ramming into his chest at a controlled pace.

He's just fulfilling her final wish. 'What's her final wish?' 'A child that belongs to her and Sean.' I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

“You just looked in the wrong direction.” Yvonne pushed herself upright despite the pain. “Why me,” she demanded. The man turned back to her. “Because you are perfect,” he said simply. She stared at him. “You heal,” he continued. “You run toward pain, people believe faces like yours. Soft, honest and brave. You are the hero they want.” “I never asked to be a hero,” she said. “That is why it works,” he answered. The phone still burned with images. The hospital feed shook as someone screamed behind the camera.