Romans & histoires Hero Calls

Hugo prepared to pounce again, steady and stealth. As little experience he had with this form, it came so naturally to him. I might have admired it, if he weren’t about to attack Byron. I snapped myself out of my daze, my instincts screaming to move. Move where? This wasn’t my fight. Hugo had challenged Byron for the pack. For me. This wasn’t the human; this was the wolf. Pure wolf instinct. Doc had said not to engage. Maybe engaging is what had prolonged Hugo’s conscious state. He was supposed to have passed out by now, but then again, he was not the average wolf. He was an Alpha.

David bowed down getting scared as he gulped his saliva and left the room. Damon sighed and got back to his work. He had black hairs and a perfect body with six abs and muscular chest. He was young with an extraordinaraly streamlined jawline. He was fair and his arms always showcase his nerves. he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him.

I answered with a racing heart trying to sound calm “...Umm. H-hello Victor. I’m sorry...Beta Victor.” Her voice sounded so soft and angelic; I could listen to it all day. She hesitated a bit, apparently nervous about something. She already knew that Eric was going to talk to us about joining the pack, so this was another issue.

After risking my life to save Alpha heir mate Ethan and his father from the devastating rogue attack, I devoted three years to watching over him and helping our pack to reclaim its position at the top. But on the night of the victory celebration, standing beside him was his first love—the woman who had once abandoned him. 【Northern Pack's Alpha Heir Ethan's Triumphant Return, Reunited with Childhood Sweetheart】 The news headline dominated the entertainment section, the video thumbnail showing Ethan and Victoria standing side by side at the press conference, fingers intertwined.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

"No, I'll never betray you! Give me three days… No, just one day! One day, and I'll deliver his head to you! Please, just one chance!" Hector sighed. "I gave you your chance." Hector then signaled his subordinate to drag Helios closer to him. Then, Hector extended his hand and pulled out a name card from Helios' pocket. There was a name and a phone number, but it was enough to make Helios' face go completely pale.

That young man was the god Apollo. “It's a god, Hector…Apollo…” Mathew stammered now, perhaps realizing it was because he had been told about this sun god. However, unlike the description of the heat of the sun, the god Apollo appeared extremely gentle and gentle, he only smiled at the two brave heroes of Hill village and quickly gestured to follow him.

The voice echoing from the receiver said. "Did you just say James Okafor?" I said in sheer shock. "That's correct." The voice said. "I'll send you the money as soon as possible. Please make it anonymous." I said in agitation. "Alright sir." The voice said. "And one more thing." I said. "Okay?" The voice said. "Make sure he stays alive." I yelled into the telephone.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.