He's A Hero Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

My father had suddenly suffered a heart attack and was rushed to the emergency room. I anxiously waited outside the operating room and trembled as I called my fiancé, Heath Summers. I was hoping he would come to the hospital and stay with me. But before I could even speak, Heath interrupted me. "Naomi, you finally decided to call me. Don't take what I said to heart. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, will you?" On the other end of the line, Heath kept repeating Naomi Wright's name over and over.

We were given our medals. Coach came over. “Go get the trophy, Mateo.” I walked forward, but some teammates hesitated. "Let Asher get it," someone muttered, a few others immediately agreed. My chest tightened. Asher shook his head. “Mateo’s the captain. He leads us.” His voice was flat. Almost cold. I stepped forward, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I could feel their eyes on me, comparing Asher and I. I lifted the trophy, and the crowd went wild. But all I could feel was heat in my cheeks. I was furious and resentful. I deserved to be the hero.

But all he said afterward was, “Wendy has always been frail. What’s a little patience from you?” He claimed he didn’t know who had turned off the heat. But he knew one thing—he and Wendy had grown up together. And that was enough for him. Enough to protect her at all costs. Just like now. All it took was a letter from Wendy, and he was willing to sever his own son’s legs. But had Wendy even been kidnapped? He didn’t know. He didn’t care to know. All he knew was that he couldn’t let her get hurt. No matter the price.

“I told you he’d do anything to save you.” I paused, swallowing hard. She didn’t gloat. She didn’t smirk. She just said it like she had been watching this storm long before I ever stepped into it. “You think that makes him a hero?” I asked quietly, almost defensively. “No,” she said. “But maybe it makes him... human.” I looked away, jaw tight, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. “It shouldn’t matter. What he’s done… It doesn’t get erased because he stepped into fire for me.”

He was powerless against her. He crouched in front of the couch, rolled up his jacket and slid it under her head. It wasn't as soft as his downy pillows, but it would have to do for now. "I love you," he murmured as he kissed her forehead, wondering how he got so lucky. A warm fuzzy feeling washed over him every time he recalled the fire in her eyes and the way she'd bunched up her fists when she'd defended him and took his father on. Nobody had ever stood up for him like that before. Not his mom, and certainly not his twin.

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.