I Couldn't Become A Hero Novels & Stories

Thus was his secret. She sighed. Sometimes idols were the closest to a person. Your fears, dreams, ambitions, hopes, and worries could be told to them. But not to your family. That's why unknowingly sometimes you make a huge difference in someone's life. A word can change everything for someone. "You can become one. Just try. Without trying, you won't know. If you never try, you never fail. If you try, you fail. But trying itself made you succeed. Try and try, someday you will win."

Janet wiped away her tears, her eyes turning firm–unshakable. "Seeing you stand on that stage, shining, relying only on your own strength. I realized how pathetic I was. "A woman's fate shouldn't depend on pleasing a man. "I want to live with dignity–using my own two hands." At that moment, the familiar floating comments reappeared before my eyes. [So that's what happened. Janet was pushed into this by her own bloodsucking parents.] [Sold off to some old bachelor in a village? That's horrifying, no wonder she was so desperate before.]

My hands and legs were trembling of fear—of fear of something out of my control—of losing Iris—of losing the only family I had left. Iris and Frost followed. I just watched Iris and Frost engaged in an intense argument, and I couldn’t fucking talk like I lost my tongue, my voice. “And then what? You wanna be a hero, huh, twig? Well, let me spell it out for you, Iris. Heroes die. Look at the fucking world around you, no one remembers heroes anymore. No one cares! You don’t get a goddamn statue at the museum, or you won't even be remembered, and no one appreciates shits anymore. This is not a fucking fantasy that you'll get a chance to live again. Just open up your goddamn mind for a fucking s

"You brought this upon yourself. So, you're on your own." I turn my back at him, and strolls away, annoyed as I really feel like I am being fooled. I don't listen to his pleas as he keeps on calling for me again and again. I completely ignore him. "What the fuck I become? I'm not some cheap ordinary hero, okay?" I grumble, although I never see myself as a hero, and I'm not doing all of this because I want to be one. I'm against my own race because of my personal reason.

The realization made me feel sick inside. "Just let me go," I tried that awful line yet again. "I told your brother I don't care what or who you are or whatever you people seem to be doing. I have no interest in being a hero. I just want to go back to my life. Please. I swear I won't say anything to anyone."

That will go down in Leonidas legend, I can tell you. ‘I don’t understand how you could have lived with that man all your life and escaped unscathed.’ ‘I’m not unscathed. I dreamed of heroes. It made me unrealistic. I created a mythical person who could defeat my father and leave him grovelling with apology—’ She frowned. ‘Come to think of it, you did leave him groveling.’ ‘But there was no apology.’ ‘That would have been asking for a miracle.’ Her hand was resting on his chest. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want apart from help with my business?’

"I can't support this. I'm sorry. I just can't." Her heart dropped. "Damien—" "You want to be the person who burns it all down? Fine. But don't ask me to help." "I'm not trying to be a hero," she said. "Then what are you trying to be?" "Free," she said. The word hung in the air. Something inside him broke. "And what about us? What will happen to us if you do this?" "I don't know." "That is no longer proper enough." "It truly is all I have."

It's decided I'm not going. I grab my keys and head out the door. The air on my face makes me feel alive. My mom pulls into the driveway. I wish I had my own place to live. Luckily, I'm invisible enough to come and go whenever I want. I pay rent and am making my way through school. I wish I were brave, brave like dad. He fought for our country. He killed men, saved men, and was awarded the medal of freedom. He was a war hero. But, if I tried hard enough, could I be brave?

Ella shouted recognizing him, then ran to hug him and he started changing back to human abstracting the rest. "Thank God you are safe," Ella said but heard nothing from Eddie, she pulled out from the hug and all was surprised as Eddie had already passed out. Tough times never last, only tough people do. A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself. Work hard for what you want because it won't come to you without a fight. Remember your dreams and fight for them. Life is full of beauty. I've had to learn to fight all my life - got to learn to keep smiling. Saving our planet because there is a moment in fighting when the strength of muscle isn't everything be

Maybe what I wanted was something more mature, more masculine, a man who could save me in times of difficulty. I wanted a man who could be a hero to me, because I have never had the experience of having one. Dad couldn't protect me or even protect himself from those people who killed him and mom. I knew that what I wanted was difficult to get, because I wanted a man who could sacrifice his happiness, preferences, beliefs, and even himself for me. It was already two o'clock in the morning when I climbed into bed. I didn't have any idea how many hours I wasted in that place. What I only knew was that there were two innocent people who died because of me.