Hero Killer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

she was like sending her conclusions to my brain through her stare. Is it possible that Hero or Kervin has something to do with the murder cases? I did not ask how she remembered things up anymore, her black book was lifted up already, facing me, dates, and people involved in the event were written on the page, a figure of the badge was clearly drawn with descriptions beside it. Someone’s POV

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

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

A sharp gaze fell on her. Heloise suddenly felt the overwhelming pressure, which made her hardly gasp for breath. “Is she a psychotic?” A man asked in a deep and ice-cold voice, with an innate dignity. He towered above her, and his words pierced her ears like bullets, and a chill surged through her whole body. …… Welcome to the first chapter, I hope you enjoy it! Please don’t forget to hit that vote button if you liked it and let me know your thoughts in the comments! Also, don’t forget to add this book to your reading list to be sure to get updates!

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

the alpha who hates me chapter 11 I could feel my legs going weak as I approached the door ,I didn't know why my legs was going weak ,I knew that something was waiting in store for me "Keep walking witch , don't keep the. alpha waiting "the guard Barked at me angrily and I nodded my head and gave him that apologetic look and he just looked at me In disgust . I nodded my head and just looked away .

I stare right back and I don't look away. Something flickers across his face — small, fast, gone before I can name it. But it was there. The elder clears his throat. "Shall we begin?" Kael looks away first. And somewhere under all the fear and the anger and the shoes that are killing my feet — I almost smile. Chapter One: The Girl Nobody Sees Let me tell you something about being an Omega.

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body. Black dots are taking over my eyesight, hands are all over my body, and the last thing I heard is an animalistic roar not far away. ____________________________________ Sixth Chapter!!!! How was it Word Count: 1039

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"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.