Hero J Novels & Stories

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

That's the man who helped Jackson. - What is your name? – I could see in his face that he knew I had already identified him. - My name is Jack. Everything went downhill afterward. I kept the exchange short, trying to get out of there. He could hurt me or my pup. One hit on my head, and all I saw was darkness.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

Better to give them space to breathe, let them think they’ve got control. I told her she didn’t have to be scared with me. She probably doesn’t believe me. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t. I’m not the hero type. Never was, never will be. I’ve done things that’d make her run if she knew. Things that stain a man’s hands no matter how many times he washes them. But looking at her—eyes darting, shoulders drawn in tight like she expected the world to hit her again—I felt something I don’t let myself feel anymore.

He clearly treasured it. "Why do you like Iron Man?" Jasmine whispered. "You said Dad's out there fighting the bad guys, so isn't he like Iron Man? My dad is a hero," Justin replied with serious little eyes. Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she hugged Justin tightly and smiled. "If Dad is as awesome as Iron Man, then he's definitely a hero fighting the villains." Justin's eyes sparkled. "I love Iron Man." Jasmine held Justin close, her breath warm with emotion. "How about I tell you another story, would you like that?"

Even moving faster than one. Then what was happening now? "Not so invincible now, are you?" Jaxon laughed, striding to Zeus, rotating the weapon around his finger. "Turns out the big, bad wolfie is actually a tiny, weak dog." I didn't know if Jaxon was actually blind or out of his mind because Zeus was not tiny in any way rather twice his size and so, so beyond powerful. And for some crazy reason, I wanted him to get back up. I wanted him to be just... okay. Because somehow it was my heart that felt like being pierced by those bullets, my skin that felt the burn, and my body that felt like collapsing.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Soon an arm wrapped around the backside of her head like a pillow. She knew it was Jungkook but she somehow didn't care as she snuggled into his comfortable warmth, his presence soothing her. Eira had no idea why he had this effect on her and it did scare her because he was doing something that she hated. He was an underground fighter for god's sake. He was the one thing she was running away from. Violence. Yet here she was almost snuggled into his arms and she loved it. And soon she found yourself drifting off to sleep. Her eyes closing, tired due to the lack of sleep the previous night and from the events that had happened today.

Hе’ѕ solid. Sресіаl Agent Jаѕоn Cоореr, оn thе other hаnd, is a snake. Nоw I know nоt tо trust hіm fоr second. He seems tо be out tо gеt me. It’ѕ bullѕhіt mасhіѕmо ѕtuff.