Hero/Heroin Novels & Stories

If anybody ever stands in my way then I'll cut them off, I don't care who it is. Bohden lifted her veil and I finally got to see her face. I was shocked. She was a famous celebrity, Avyanna Lark! She is very talented, I'm actually a big fan of hers compared to the rest of those stupid humans. But when it comes to something that I love…I draw a line. Even if she used to amuse me with her acting she still can't change my mind, I'm going to kill her and that's final. I hated everything about her now, especially the way Bohden looked at her. I hated that so much, I was jealous! He never looked at me with such emotions before, I envied her. Bohden treated her like she was the only thing that he c

I felt the tears running to my face, all my love slowly turning into hate, regretting that I let this all happen, I let him into my life put down my walls, and let him, how stupid of me to trust a playboy. How stupid of me, for wanting to be happy and getting the life I deserved? well played fate, well played Reid Alonzo Manhannah, you are a colossal moron.

her mother tells her. “I need to take some pain killers for my head. I’ll call her once I can think straight” Amber says standing. “I’ll call her, you go lay down” her mother tells her. Amber nods absent mindedly and walks into her bedroom. She goes into the bathroom and takes out some painkillers from the draw. Swallows them with a bit of tap water and strips down to her underwear. Once in bed she closes her eyes and thinks of Grant. His reassuring words allowing her to relax enough to fall asleep.

She needs to buy her usual medication for her migraine, and she will sleep throughout the day, hoping that the pain will go away once she wakes up. She is now walking on the streets which is crowded by many people, which are all tourists. Her head just keeps on throbbing as she squeezes herself out from the crowd of people, and all the noise is too much for her. But she still continued on walking, as she pushes herself to find a pharmacy to buy herself a bottle of painkiller... She feels like she's not her usual self, but she knows she's getting desperate to buy a medicine. "Hey, you should be careful! It's dangerous to stay here at the construction site!" one construction worker shouted at

Chapter Eight NaTHaLie 🌹🌹🌹 My head pounds so painfully, it feels like it's about to fall off as I bolt out of the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Kneeling by the bidet, I grab the bowl like my whole existence depends on it as I start emptying everything in my stomach. After a while, I return to my room swearing never to go near alcohol again. I lay on the bed with a grimace my wandering eyes suddenly landing on a bottle of water and some pills on the bedside table which I quickly grab at the speed of lightening. Mentally thanking whosoever left it there, I swallow the pills, flushing it down with the water.

His gaze remained riveted on the mesmerizing sight as he added, “need not speak the words your eyes so clearly confess, love.” C O P Y R I G H T This book is solely a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, incidents and/or occurrences are products of the author's imaginations, and have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person(s), living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Her Strength Her Bane © 2023 by Laramie. Published by O. A. F., writing under the pseudonym, Laramie.

"Coward." Anne growled. "I dare you to say that again." "Coward. Heartless, soulless bitch. Whatcha gonna do about that?" Saira taunted. "I have Ethan's friend." Anne blurted out. "Harrison Erics." "Liar." She said. "Harry would never be so stupid as to fall into your trap." "Oh, but he did." Anne responded. "Just listen. Talk!" She yelled at someone on the other side. "Saira." Harry rasped.

"Anna, you don't look so good. Want some candy?" The class belle smiled sweetly as she held out a bag of fruit candies. In my previous life, I ate one. That very night, every penny in my bank account vanished—including the money I'd saved to pay for Grandpa's lifesaving surgery. Desperate to afford his treatment, I gave up my acceptance to Oxvale University and worked myself to the bone day and night, but before I could save enough, he died. And eventually, so did I, alone and exhausted in my tiny rented room. Only after I died did I learn the truth. The class belle had bonded with a transfer system. As long as I ate something she gave me, whatever money was in my bank account would a

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.

I already hated him with every ounce of hatred I possessed. “I’m curious, how did your meeting with Baxter go? Are we leaving soon?” The question that had been dangling on my mind popped out. "Tomorrow," Hero said, his voice stiff. "Baxter already knows who I am. He wants my help with a serious problem within his pack. Apparently, drugs are a major issue, and he can't seem to control it. He wants me to find out who's supplying these drugs and eliminate the source, if possible. If I can do that, he's promised to speak up.”