Heroes Novels Novels & Stories

He leaned forward and pulled me into his arms. He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. "Who upset you?" I merely shook my head. A single tear fell at exactly the right moment. It landed on the back of his hand. It was warm. His gaze darkened, and he held me even tighter. "Alright. Don't cry." His rare gentle tone only sent a chill down my spine. "Kayla is coming tomorrow." Kayla Larson was his treasured first love. The next day, Kayla arrived right on time.

The alarm clock beeped. A brunette stirred lazily on the bed. She tried to find the snooze button all to no avail. She clenched her hand into a fist and knocked the alarm clock away from her bedside table, sending it up in the air and crashing into her room's wall, making a big dent and destroying the alarm clock along with it. Suzanne turned to her other side to resume her sleep. This was Herotapolis, where the heroes lived. In this city there lived real, breathing heroes. You could tell already by the name of the city right?

Faina Petrov The moment my father fires at Heros, the world around me dissolves into chaos. Noah surges like lightning behind him, delivering a blow so impressive that, if I weren’t already on my knees in despair, I would admire his bravery. My fingers touch the cold floor as I run to Heros, cradling his head in my lap, desperation consuming me. “Heros… Heros!” I caress his face, my hands trembling as they slide down his chest and find a red stain spreading across his shirt. “Love, please, talk to me!”

I hesitantly stood in front of her door, thinking whether to enter or not and even before I could turn the door nob, the door flew open and Quinn stood there apparently waiting for my arrival. "I know you will come." Quinn told me desire was evident in her voice. "Who was the guy, Quinn?" I asked straightly once I entered her room. I had waited for a long time, hereafter I can't, So I let my question out. "Sheila, both of them were used to hate each other. I'm not sure but he was also suspected of Harry's accident." When the word came out of her mouth, my heart thundered in my chest. "Oh, God! That means he is in danger?" I asked in a panic tone.

those were the only words i found myself saying as my brain went blank. Authors Note:hi, thanks for reading 'heremes heir'. Please if you see any description of a character, place or myth as wrong,it is mostly done for plot purpose. Of course am open to further discussion. Thanks.

] [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.

The alarm clock beeped. A brunette stirred lazily on the bed. She tried to find the snooze button all to no avail. She clenched her hand into a fist and knocked the alarm clock away from her bedside table, sending it up in the air and crashing into her room's wall, making a big dent and destroying the alarm clock along with it. Suzanne turned to her other side to resume her sleep. This was Herotapolis, where the heroes lived. In this city there lived real, breathing heroes. You could tell already by the name of the city right?

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

I’d ask him later. When the door closed, and silence fell. I leaned against the iron bars. “You’ve been crying.” She flinched at the sound of my voice. “Wouldn’t you?” A flicker of defiance, adorable. I stepped closer, letting the blinking torchlight fall on my face. “Let’s see: you’re accused of attempted murder to an Alpha, disrupting a sacred relic and possibly offending the Goddess herself. So yes, if I were you, I’d be crying.” I counted on my fingers while listing her allegations.

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON