He's A Hero Novels & Stories

“Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.” Santiago chuckled as he slid the phone back into his pocket. “Mr. Terrific. That was actually funny. Okay, you got me. What would you suggest?” Lola shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, no. I’m not in any position to replace such an already awesome name. I’m not the Tony Stark wanna be here.” “Neither am I. Stark is such a ripoff. I’m Mr. Terrific, remember?” “You wish,” Lola scoffed as she swept her hair away from her face. “You’re just a washed-up bad boy living on daddy’s money.”

“And I don’t mind. I’m glad I am there to save you.” “Because you have a hero complex?” I giggle with a lift of my eyebrows. After a second his laughter joined mine. He shook his head. “I have many complexes Alessia.” He said with a chuckle. “But being a hero isn’t one of them. There’s lots about me that you don’t know.” He added and looked away quickly.

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."

He shook his head slowly. “No, Tori. I mean it. I’d be with the Moon Goddess right now if it weren’t for you. As much as an honor it would be to meet her, I’m not ready yet. I will always support you and have your back! I vow this as a warrior!” He places his hand over his heart and bows his head. I felt my eyes well up. “Ryder…” I was too choked up to say anything more. I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist.

His eyes followed my every move, dark and intense—like he was scared I’d disappear the second he blinked. The moment it ended, he rushed to me and grabbed my wrist. His voice trembled with sorrow.

The love he's shown me is so beautiful and magical it almost made me forget the reality. I smiled bitterly with my thoughts. He's the dream. The hope.

His broad, trembling hands reached out, instantly cupping my face, his broad thumbs brushing away my blood and tears with desperate, frantic tenderness. "I've got you," he rasped out, his chest heaving as he leaned down and pressed his forehead hard against mine. "I've got you, You're safe."

He leaned forward, "You're the one they're calling 'The Hero." "I'm not a hero!" I snapped, "Hero's save people, and Aurora is laying in a hospital bed, bruised, beaten, and broken right now because I wasn't a hero!" "You found her, right?" Andrew asked calmly. "Yeah, so?" "You think the guy who hurt her would have stopped there? You think he wasn't the kind to go until her body went cold?" I froze at his words, "Had you not found her, she could be dead right now, but she's not. It doesn't matter how you look at it, the fact remains that she is alive still because of you." He stared into my eyes and tapped the ground that we were sitting on, "Sounds pretty heroic to me."

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."