Hero Inside Novels & Stories

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.

“Orlando…Oh! God…” I had to see her flushed face. It gave me a sense of satisfaction to see her half-closed eyes. Her now jet black hair, highlighted with purple and blue, stood out against the white sheets. They were two of my favorite colors and it suited her better. She looked exotic, with her mouth slightly open, teeth biting her lower lip as her manicured fingers dug into my biceps.

Anika - Female protagonist Advay - Anika's brother Anandhi - Anika's mom Saravanan - Anika's dad Nithya - Anika's friend Now for the HERO introduction! Yay! Peep! Peep! Our hero's name is Arjun! Yes, powerful as that. He is born to win. Just like Arjunan in Mahabharatham, he is very keen on his target and never misses his victory. He is 29years old 6feet tall and a guy who never misses to hit the gym. He has a face that will charm any girl. He is the most terrified in his business. No one has ever seen him smile except for his family members and his friends. He doesn't have many friends because he is not an outgoing person. He is a man who likes to keep things to himself. He has trust issues

I didn't know how to react. “This fucker deserves to die! He tried to kill you and you still want to take his side?” Noah scoffed audibly. “Noah, just because he hit me doesn't give you the right to kill him. You are not god! You have no rights!” I screamed turning my head a little, towards him. “Are you okay, Jason?” I asked him while gently caressing his cheek. “Why are you still so nice to me?” His voice was hoarse and he coughed out blood.

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

His sharp eyes scanned the room with a mix of curiosity and indifference. Hero Jinro, the famous boy genius, son of a Nobel Prize-winning scientist. She had heard of him, of course—everyone had. His academic accolades were intimidating to say the least. At just 16, he was already an intellectual force to be reckoned with, the top student at his prestigious school and the ace of every competition he entered. Hero’s gaze locked onto her as he approached, his expression cool and unreadable. He didn’t have to say anything; his reputation preceded him. Polaris instinctively straightened up, feeling the weight of his attention.

I said, my resolve clear and unwavering. For a long moment, he just stared, as if testing my words for deception, then pressed his forehead to mine. The fire around his body dimmed slightly, leaving just the warmth of him, the raw ache that echoed in my own bones. He closed his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath, and I saw the man beneath the armor, the curse, the flames. The one I had chosen, and who had chosen me, no matter the danger it drew. Then, a snap of branches broke the stillness.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

But there were too many. A bullet hit Heros in the shoulder. He grunted but didn’t fall. Another grazed his leg. He kept shooting, protecting me with his own body. “Heros!” I screamed, trying to pull him down. He didn’t move. A third bullet struck him in the chest, right above the bulletproof vest he always wore. The impact knocked him backward. He fell to his knees, dark blood pouring onto his white shirt. “No!” My scream tore from my throat.

“I came for answers.” He chuckled softly. “Everyone does.” He took a sip of his drink, eyes glinting. “But not everyone survives them.” Something twisted in my chest…pain. “Then I guess we’ll find out which one I am.” Then, with a quiet sigh, he set his glass down. “Very well, Silver. Let’s see what you’re really made of.” My eyes flicked between him and the gleaming object he was holding. A sword. Polished, silver-edged, its handle wrapped in black leather, glinting faintly under the chandelier light.