He's A Hero Novels & Stories

He leaned his shoulder against the wall, arms crossed loosely over his chest, voice lazy. “So… does this mean the retreat’s cancelled?” I looked at Coach Dennis. He turned toward me, brows lifted, expression unreadable. Then he nodded once. “You decide,” he said. “You’re the hero here.” The title caught me off guard. Hero. I didn’t feel like one. I felt like I’d barely kept it together. Like I’d been holding a cracked dam with my bare hands. Still, I squared my shoulders. “They still need it,” I said. “By all means necessary.”

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.

“You guys are not gonna believe this!” We barely looked up at first; Sasha’s drama was a nightly routine. But then she said it— “Adrian Holt’s throwing a birthday party next weekend.” That name got everyone’s attention. Dani sat up. “The Adrian Holt? As in, the billionaire tech guy with the glass house and private island?”

He's a faking he! “Christopher, you are a damn idiot.”

My will? “A quiet place,” he repeated, softer now. “Nada más (Nothing else).” But the tamales, the red thread, the book—all threads leading to a truth he wouldn’t name. I let him pull me up. The world tilted, whip welts screaming beneath wool. Dragon steadied me, his palm scorching through the cardigan. “The helmet?” He nodded at the pink helmet under his arm. “Where’s yours?” He grinned, all danger and dimples. “Heroes die pretty, princesa. I’m the storm.”

Arhaan wrapped his arm around her and placed her in his lap . She was petite , it wasn’t difficult for him .Hoor was shocked by sudden movement , she looked at him wide eyed and placed her hands on his chest. Her cheeks were turning bright red and tears were ready to flow. Arhaan cupped her cheek and whispered "its okay ,its okay “he said pulling her closer. Hoor hid her face in his neck ,she wanted a break from her inner conflict .

She shared a lot of things that they did on their vacation and explained how they organized a charity event for children's education and showed me a photo of Her, Kevin and Harry. My eyes fell on the particular photo of Harry where he looks so matured in his white Armani Suite. He was holding a red whine and talking to someone, who seems in his mid-Fifties. They both shared the same features as he was a mini version of him. "Quinn, who is this?" I pointed a finger at the man who was standing with Harry. "He is his dad and my uncle, Mr. James Brooks," She answered. Why does the name seem so familiar to me? "Sheila, what happen to you?" She asked noticing my confused state.

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."

“Thanks, Pops. That means a lot to me.” He looked over at the boys, one on each side of their mother. He looked at their mother. “It would mean even more if the rest of you felt that way, because I’ve got to tell you, as far as I’m concerned, boys, your dad is the biggest hero I’ve ever known.” Their eyes got big and round. Tate swallowed and looked up at his mom. “A hero? Our dad’s a hero?” “Well,” she said, putting her arm around him, “he saved Wade’s life,

“You should not feel ‘safe’ with me Molly, just because I saved you, just because we may have history, does not make me the good guy. I saved you because I know we were meant to be together, and I care about you. I am not a hero in your story. I will drop you at home, and I will wait for you until you are ready to be with me at Cambridge. I need to let you go. You are too innocent right now for me.” “Why do you keep saying that you’re not safe?” “I’m not” “Henry, you are a hero, you saved me from those goons.” “Molly, you saw me slaughter them, I ripped apart their bodies in front of you, do not act like I am some hero. A hero would have knocked them out and called the authorities. You know