Hero/Heroin Novels & Stories

He snapped. "I'm sorry. Excuse me." She hurriedly walked away. "Bitch." He spat. "Getting into my business like you have a solution for me." "Hey dude." His friends greeted. "What's the haps dude? Why are you sitting on the floor?" Harry asked. "Darina is surprisingly innocent." He said. "Really?" They were shocked. "Who's the bitch we need to take care of then?" "Anne Lawson." "For reals? That girl should get over herself already." George grated.

Heros was standing in the center of the stage, with a neat and attractive appearance as usual. Heros’ face often appears on magazine covers, because apart from this illegal endeavor, he is known in the ‘afternoon’ world as a model. Although Heros always wears expensive suits, shiny leather shoes, and neat haircuts, the aura that Heros exudes is that of a bad boy, who is usually a magnet for women. But since Gemma had seen the bad side of Heros in this place so many times, he wasn’t attractive to Gemma. “As you all know, this place exists because the government has snatched away our freedom. Sometimes I don’t understand, isn’t it true that the greatest life exists at night?!”

"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

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

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.”

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.”

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

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.

Aurelia licked off the tape and sealed it that way. Sometimes the insomnia could only be combated with this drug, which made you feel dull and heavy after just a few tokes. She hated alcohol, even if it would have helped in this case as well. In excess, it was poisonous and contaminated the body, not just the liver and brain. It also attacked nerves, changed personality and made addicts. Medicines were definitely out of the question. Like many of her friends, she preferred the mild, weakly dosed herb.