Heroína Kickass Novels & Stories

Jaiyana lifted her hand to quiet the room again, a smile gracing her face. “The evil we face now has been lost to memory. Lost to time and ancient myth. We can feel its effects all around us. We feel it in greedy men, scornful women, and those who live to do others harm. Yes, it is true Durga defeated the Demon King, but she could not have done it without her army.” She paused as the warriors muttered in agreement. “You are the true heroes of this story. You are the teeth and claws, the steel and fire, the magic and will that will stand between this world and ruin. Without you, I am nothing but a spark. With you, we become a blaze that no shadow can extinguish.”

And then, like clockwork, she fights her way back. I watch her through it all, powerless. She looks like she’s in unbearable pain, as though every second alive is a battle she never signed up for. I can’t stop asking myself: what kind of life forged someone like her? What darkness molded the Andreina Carlo everyone fears? I’ve heard the stories—whispers of her being the most ruthless, untraceable assassin the world has ever known. A ghost with a body count so high, her very name terrifies the underworld. And yet, here she is. Helpless. Shaking. Afraid.

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

"Your Majesty, please don't believe her. This was planned. Ask my aunt if you don't believe me. Charlotte is the woman in those pictures. She's shameless and unfit to be Crown Princess." I looked at her through my tears. "You're absolutely certain I'm the woman in those drawings. What have I ever done to you, Yvonne? Why do you want me dead? I don't have a birthmark. I never did. So what proof do you actually have that the woman in those pictures is me?" "Aunt Madeline can prove it!" Yvonne's voice cracked, edging toward something wild and unhinged. My mother turned on me, her eyes blazing. "That's enough, Charlotte. You're standing there full of lies, after everything you've done, and you h

with that she turned, about to walk away. "Y.. you're not going to arrest us?" I asked in shock. She paused"Why should I? You're already a public enemy, let's see if you can walk out of this stadium alive." AZRA's pov ~ I left them both in their shocked state. Yeah, it's true. Everyone saw what happened, I'm sure they'll beat them up for what they did. I was still walking when someone pulled me into a hug."You crazy girl! I thought you died!"Kian said

Wesley asked, showing me a singlet top that had a brilliant design on the front of it of a woman with tattoos on her face and different colored hair parted on both sides. “I love it. Who’s the chick?” I asked. “You don’t know who that is?” He asked. “No.” “That’s Harley Quinn. And she definitely suits your personality. You have to watch her movies.” He said. “She has movies?” I asked. “Yeah. She’s in a couple of them. We’ll arrange a movie night one night and you can see for yourself.” He said. “Well, I love that. She looks like she’s got personality.” “Oh. She’s fucking crazy. But in a good way.” He said. And I nodded my head with a big smile on my face. I definitely wanted that shirt. She

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

If it had been a werewolf or vampire i would have been confident. “I am going to enjoy eating you, Princess.” The demon then said to me while licking his disgusting lips. He then lunged for me with his disgusting nails about to kill me, “Let me take control,” Luciana my vampire self whispered and I quickly let her. She then used my body to quickly throw an awesome super kick at the demon`s chest as it lunged towards me. The Kick was supposed to have made the demon fall down but instead it only pushed him, staggering a little away from us.

I shouldn’t have talked like that. Unknown number: Can we meet?–Ken Hell, no. Deleting the messages swiftly, I tossed the phone on the table. Her name stoked my anger and disgust. Enrique waved at me, asking if I wanted to join them. The roasted meat teased my nostrils, but I shook my head. What I needed now was her––Arianna. Only she could chase my demons away. When I looked around to see where she was, I saw her throwing the phone on the table, her expression furious. A sense of familiarity washed over me on seeing her screwed-up face. I rushed to her side.

In my last life, he had fanned the flames to the point that I had no way to defend myself and could only take all of the abuse. I could not hold myself back and tagged Victor directly in the group chat: [@VictorBrown When and where did you see me holding a woman's clothes and doing something with them? If you can't answer, that's defamation. I can sue you for that.] The group chat went quiet for a while, and I sent several more messages, one after another: [Also, who decided that I had to donate blood?] [This is my blood. I have the right not to donate. If you think refusing to donate blood means taking advantage of someone in crisis, then you go donate.]