He's A Hero Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I threw my gaze back to myself. Hero slowly withdrew his hand and just stood there, looking at me with a playful smirk in his face. He leisurely moved his mascular arms and folded it across his broad chest. He might have been handsome and perfect match for Alyana if they're not cousins. He was tall and fit, with dark black hair combed expertly away from his well molded face. His eyeglasses were hooked on his shirt.

How does one explain the rotten complexity of war, guilt, and survival to a child? “August…” I said, my voice softer than I knew I was capable of. “Sometimes, being a hero isn’t about never being afraid or never… hesitating.” The word burned on my tongue. “It’s about what you do afterward. It’s about protecting the people you love, no matter the cost. It’s about getting back up when you fall.” He looked at me, his eyes serious, scanning my face for the truth. “So… you would protect Mommy and me?” he asked, his voice a whisper full of hope.

Ella shouted recognizing him, then ran to hug him and he started changing back to human abstracting the rest. "Thank God you are safe," Ella said but heard nothing from Eddie, she pulled out from the hug and all was surprised as Eddie had already passed out. Tough times never last, only tough people do. A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself. Work hard for what you want because it won't come to you without a fight. Remember your dreams and fight for them. Life is full of beauty. I've had to learn to fight all my life - got to learn to keep smiling. Saving our planet because there is a moment in fighting when the strength of muscle isn't everything be

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

He seemed to be struggling to find the right words, his brows furrowed in thought. “I would never hurt you,” he whispered, his voice carrying a sincerity that reached deep into my core. “I’m sorry that I scared you. I promise, it won’t happen again.” I nodded, my heart still racing, but a semblance of reassurance settling within me. The room felt heavy with residual tension, but his presence was a steadying force, an anchor that pulled me back from the abyss of my panic. Still trembling, my gaze drawn to the gun that lay a short distance away. The reality of the danger I had just been in hit me like a tidal wave, and I clung to Abaddon, seeking comfort in his arms.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

After a while, he said, "Don't let him be promoted no matter what. Henry cannot ascend any higher up the ranks as well." Then, he added, "There is no need for so many righteous people in this world. There are only victors and losers. The victors are the true heroes in the people's eyes. The losers are like dust to be scattered in recesses and corners of the Earth." His dark voice was akin to that of a demon from Hell. The person on the phone was obviously stunned. "Sir, my reach is limited. I can't get too close. It might draw Martin's attention. I'll need you to shine a light on my path, sir."

Ironic is it not, when she took this job she thought that if she was not to die of natural causes, he would be the cause of it, Giovanni Mancini, or some Mancini at least, the last thing she expected is for It to be one of her own. In those seconds as she felt herself coughing up something warm, just as warm as the one running down her forehead, she wondered if he would have helped her.. if he was here, would he have sent her help?Help.. Sage.. “Sage, uccidere” she whispered, knowing he only gave him his commands in Italian, and as soon as she breathed those words, the quite dog who had been standing beside them all along started barking like a mad animal as he ran towards Christopher and gr

I shouted quickly. Adipati took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "You know? I was bullied in high school; they abused me and took a video of me half-naked. It's a very horrible memory. They even spread the video; luckily, now no one has it because Kenan has cleaned up everything! From the story, You should know just this, right? How much Kenan means to me?" Hearing my story, Adipati's expression immediately turned somber. "I'll only consider him a hero, not someone I love, so... don't worry! I've prepared a special place for you in my heart!" I smiled so broadly in front of Adipati, making the man slowly soften and smile.

It was Heath. "Who is it?" Castiel asked curiously. I smiled faintly and replied, "No one. Just a stranger."