Heroes Petrelli Mga Nobela at Kwento

she spat, her eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp defiance. "Is he better than me?" The question was out before I could stop it—a raw, pathetic plea disguised as an insult. My ego was hemorrhaging. "Is that what you want? The old man? The hero? Does he make you feel 'safe' while he’s ruining you on his desk?" Emma looked me dead in the eye, and for a second, I saw the predator in her—the version of her that my father had obviously spent the last hour cultivating. She didn't look like a girl anymore.

I asked, sniffling. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free,” Xavier whispered coldly, his eyes filled with desire. “Yes, I agree to be your pet for a year,” I replied, even though I knew my decision would drag me to hell. This was it. I finally agreed to my doom just because I wanted to save my father.

Spitfire shot me an approving glance—shockingly not one of pure disdain—and resumed grooming Nova’s head like the queen she was. Nas snorted. “Cat hero status confirmed.” Dez elbowed me. “Bet you’re texting her about that too.” I didn’t argue this time. I snapped a quick picture of Pesto looking wide-eyed and disoriented in the nest, then sent the update: Zach: Update: Pesto rolled off the bed. I caught him. I’m officially a hero again.