I Am A Super Hero Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dax looked at James, "Knock down bad guys?" "Yeah." "Can I be like Spider-Man and Bat-Man?" "Sure." "Can I be like Popeye?" "Of course." James nodded, "Don't you always want to be a hero? If you have a younger brother or sister, you can be a hero. Dax, imagine the scene of you protecting your younger sister or brother. Does it feel great?" "Yes!" Dax nodded heavily, "I want to be a hero!" James smiled kindly, but his smile was somewhat smug.

' Suzanne scoffed as she dusted herself. Ethan huffed again. Girls were nothing but a bother! 'Fatso?! You're so dumb! The puff is from the armored suit I'm wearing.' 'Say what you want fatso,' she replied. Ethan fired her a nasty look. He looked away proudly. 'Anyway I don't have time for the likes of you. I'm a Slad now, so that means you're looking at one of the super greatest heroes that'll ever live!' he smiled cockily.

I thought to myself. My mind went back to all the things she told me, “so I have superpower now.” I smiled. This means I was superior to the rest of the world. “Does this include the Alpha's?” I thought to myself. And I could heal people, “oh my god!” I could have healed my foster mother, after she saved me from the fire. Then Mr Hill wouldn't have hated me or mistreated me. “We don't choose how people act, Valerie.” I heard Mel's voice.

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.

“I mean, I buy one thing online and suddenly I have ads all for everything related. How do you not have A****n know what you're buying?” “They guy who owns A****n is a billionaire too, you know,” Carter explained. “He has his own secret superhero identity and thus makes sure that we all get to preserve ours. It's a group effort.” “I guess that means you know all the other heroes,” Mia said. “I've always wanted to meet Green Arrow. What's he like?” “Boring,” Carter said quickly. “He's totally and completely boring and you don't ever want to meet him. Batman is way better. And stronger. And better looking.”

He asks looking at me intently. “Superheroes are mad up but yeah whatever.” I say and he smiles a little. “I don’t know if they’re made up.” He says and I look at him amused. “Knox, they’re fiction.” I and he shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t agree. “I think I would be Superman.” He says and I look at him shocked. “Really?” I can’t believe his answer. Out of all the superheroes in the world “Yes!” He says offended. “Not even Iron man? Or …”

My future waits elsewhere, even if my heart refuses to let go. “It’s redundant because you were kidnapped, kicked everyone’s ass, and transmuted into a powerful super mutant goddess who not only saved my life, but saved my crown.” His words are blunt, edged with admiration, but they sting with finality. “Calling me a super goddess is a stretch. I’m just a regular everyday goddess,” I tease, smiling despite the heaviness. “Besides, I had to save you. Who else can I count on to disregard my mother’s ridiculous name choice just so they can call me princess?” My attempt at levity masks the ache beneath.

Fucking pussies, they didn't understand talent! Luck finally smiled at me when I was taking out my anger of the world on the punching bag. A man walked up to me and offered me a deal to be an underground fighter. It was an offer I couldn't resist. I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules.

“You aren’t going to report me, are you?” “What’d you mean?” He asked “For being an undocumented superhuman. I didn’t even think. Will your friends report me? I’m only registered as benign 3. I don’t want to go to jail, but the suppressors are bullshit sedatives that gork you. My power isn’t strong enough to do any hero work safely. They’ll lock me up forever.” My eyes were filling with tears.

This is what happens when you live in years of hatred. Hannah barged into the room and took a seat near me, asking, "Do you think of yourself as some kind of superhero?" And grabbed my ears. "Ouch! Ouch! That aches... What's the harm in being a superhero?" "Do you even have a brain?" While prodding my brow, I inquired. "Is it wrong to save someone's life?" "Look in the mirror. You went to help him but came back with a cast. Is that what you call saving?"