Hero/Heroin Novelas e Histórias

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.”

' I screamed while winking at her. 'I don't even want him. I want a hot girl summer. Anyways Adelina next.' she murmured to herself. Adelina Solace Young. One hell of a woman that I met when she applied to be my secretary. She has no family, so always treated her as mine. She pulled on a purple dress that had went along with her purple curly undertone hair. 'SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH' Ser said while making the motion with her hands. 'Solace, you're going to make my bisexuality act up real quick' I said and she blushed.

Minutes had passed she heard the celebration outside. “After what happened, they were partying”, she scoffed but now everything seemed to had died down. A knock tapped against her door. “Reign?” she called, barely above a whisper. She rushed to the door and opened it. Luke. Her heart dropped. He leaned against the frame, his shirt wrinkled, collar open, the faint stench of whiskey souring the air. His eyes were dark, hungry even. “What are you doing here?” Her voice sharpened.

" Sulfuric acid? My heart raced with terror as I looked at them, shaking my head desperately, trying to bolt. However, it was no use. My dad pinned me down, and my mom fetched a small bottle of toilet cleaner: sulfuric acid. She soaked a cotton swab in it and ruthlessly dabbed it onto my fingertips. The acid hissed against my skin, and the agony was so intense I convulsed and screamed until my voice was raw. My mom watched my charred fingertips and nodded, pleased with her work.

Unadulterated hatred and bloodlust filled his eyes even as he muttered expressionlessly, "The three of you deserve to die, and so do I. You'll make up for killing Izzy by going to hell! Don't worry, I'll see you guys down there soon enough!" When the police stormed into the detention room, they found Caleb and the others lying in pools of their blood, covered in stab wounds. Sasha had entered the room with the cops. She took one look at the gory sight before her and the deadly gleam in Alexander's eyes and screamed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she blacked out. She would awake every night for the next few decades with nightmares of lying in a pool of her blood. The horrific

Our best friend, the person we'd trusted with everything, being the villain the whole time? "Ten seconds." We could run. Take the money. Disappear. Or we could fight and probably die. "Five seconds." "Okay," I said. "We'll take the money." Maya lowered the gun slightly. "Smart choice." "On one condition," Damien added. "You tell us everything. Every detail. We deserve to know what we're running from." "Fair." Maya pulled up a chair, gun still ready. "Let's start with your mother, Alex. The woman I killed when I was nineteen years old."

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

She said while rolling her eyes at me but before I could even react or say something to defend myself and as an extension Jace from her snarky advice and remark the girl overtook me and bounced up the stairs going all the way to my room, "Sigh... This girl" Feeling dejected I dropped my head before shortly after I followed behind with hands stuffed inside the pocket of my PJ's while taking each step up the staircase but in the process I flailed my arms at the elbow with each step which gave the impression of an exasperated bird except mine was done out of fatigue "Kleo Alexis Dawson, what the fuck!!" I had barely made it up the stairs but this was the greeting I got from Dawn and did i forge