Hero Outfits Novels & Stories

My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally. I've been trying to find the infamous hitman so that I can end him for good but it was impossible until he killed one of my friends. He ended the life of the third best weapons' dealer, Jeremy, and unknowingly grabbed my attention. If he hadn't made that kill, I would've never found out where he was or who he was. Alessio Romano. Jeremy was the one who would supply me with the weapons I needed. When he died, I hacked into his mansion's footage and saw how he was killed by the Alessio who carelessly revealed that he was The Shadow., his code n

I gripped my phone tightly in my hand as my tears began streaming down my face. The comments section erupted in joy at that. "LOL! Randy's the best! He would do anything to protect poor Evie from harm! He's so hot, oh, my God. I'm so happy and satisfied with everything he did!" "He should have done this a whole lot earlier! Cassidy doesn't even know how to behave herself. But now, she can't go abroad anymore and doesn't have a single penny to her name. Tsk, she had no other choice but to slink back and accept her fate now!"

She wore the same black steel-toed boots, cargo pants, close fitting black top as the soldiers, but without the weapons on her hips and the body armour, and her hair was tightly braided to her skull in two tails that flipped forward over her shoulders. “Charlotte,” Heath drawled. “A different look for you.” She dragged her eyes over him, settling on the band of metal that encircled his left wrist. “I’m not surprised to see you wearing that. Not surprised at all,” she told him. “I always knew that you were a predator. I imagine that Cameron Edison and Rhett Salem are also wearing the latest Havermouth fashion statement.” “I’ve never been a follower of fashion trends,” Heath sneered. “I’d be h

He had just returned from the battlefield with his silver armor on, but his helmet and gauntlets were off, and he was wearing a red robe to symbolise Victory. His body is more robust than in the legend, even under the armor, I can feel the strong muscles of his broad chest. His entire body is taut, and I could imagine his hard muscles bulging against his armor while fighting against the Golden Dragon. He coldly scanned the guests at the venue, sneered disdainfully, and walked to the middle seat reserved for him. In a regal and happy tone, the queen said, "You're finally here. You are our hero today, Nuri Rodriguez, and you have saved the entire kingdom."

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

The dresses he was used to her wearing gave an idea of her figure, but the tailored shirt and pants let him see every curve of her body. He liked it, but he hated the thought of anyone else seeing her like this. Had Owen seen her like this? “Is this… what you’ve been wearing all this time?” She stopped mid-buckle and frowned at him, “What do you mean?” “Armor and… pants?” She smiled, “No. This is battle attire.” “Nicole seems to always be in pants.” She chuckled, “Nicole is always ready for battle.” She sighed as she undid the sword belt and let down her hair. After unlacing her boots and stepping out of them with an incredible amount of grace, she offered him her hand.

It seemed like worked, you know. I tried to contain my smile for I am certain that my lips would turn into wreck if I let it breakthrough—but to hell with it, she’s wearing my hoodie and she looks more like an angel than she did before. Her beauty is an apparition kind, a one of a kind. “Why?” she asked out of nowhere, probably for starters because I am being a coward to begin with. “Why did you plan all of it? Where did all of it come from?” she added.

Is the leader of the pack fighter Sage's mate? Everyone in the Lock Hearts presents inside the hall began to question each other. Murmurs filled the air as they watched Aurora walk towards the altar where Alpha Cowell and the new King stood. They began to marvel at their leader's outfit. She was also put on the black and gold robe but hers looked more feminine than the Sage style. Her hair was well packed and plaited into a ponytail. Her makeup brought out her nose perfectly making her look more or less an angel.

The red rain boots. "Liam?" she asked. "Yeah?" "The Portugal fabric," she said. "Order double." "Double?" "I have an idea," she said. "For a cape. A 'Hero' cape. For the 'Cub' line." She looked at Ethan. "Every hero needs a cape," she said. "And armor," Liam added. "And armor," she agreed. She picked up her pencil. She began to sketch. Liam picked up his phone. He made the call. They were a machine. A family. A team.

] [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.