I Dont Wanna Be A Hero Novels & Stories

“Really? You all think that I have a hero mentality?” “Well, I can not speak for everyone, but I can speak for myself. And my answer would be yes, I believe you have a hero mentality. Don’t fret though, that is a good thing most of the time. But not when the person you want to save doesn’t want to be saved; that’s the time it can be a hideous explosion.” “And you don’t want to be saved.” I smiled tightly. He nodded firmly. “Exactly. But we can talk though.” He intertwined his fingers and then placed them behind his head as he relaxed in the chair he was sitting in. “So shoot. If you have any more questions; go ahead, throw them at me.”

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

That's heroism. He hugged me. Tight. "Dad, do you think Grandpa Dante would be proud?" The question caught me off guard. "Honestly? No. Dante wouldn't understand this. Helping people without getting something in return. That wasn't how he thought." "Good. Because I don't want to be like him. I want to be the opposite." "You already are, son. You already are." That night, I found Isla in our room. "Did you read the letter from Ohio?"

“I am not a weapon, I am not a liar. I am a doctor who ran toward people and save them when others ran away, i saved lives because that is my job and not because I belong to one side.” The silence in the studio was strong . “I know you are angry,” she continued. “I know the world feels broken, I have seen that brokenness up close and i have held it in my hands.” Her fingers trembled slightly. “But turning each other into enemies will not fix it. Turning one person into a target will not heal anything.” She leaned forward. “I am not your hero,” she said. “And I am not your villain, i am a human just like you.” Outside, the voice of the crowd changed even through thick walls, they could hear i

I cannot save you if you do something stupid. Ela almost laughed. The sound caught in her throat, strangled by the smoke and the fear and the absurdity of the moment. She had never been a hero. She had never wanted to be a hero. She just wanted to survive. She just wanted the people she loved to survive. But the world did not care what she wanted. The world only cared about what she could do. What she could become. What she could sacrifice.

"Because people always expect things from superheroes. Whenever there's trouble, a superhero is expected to show up and save the day. They're depicted as these indestructible beings who everyone can count on. I don't want to be a hero. All I'll do is disappoint everyone. If anything, I'm a villain." My mom sat on the other couch and bent forward to put a hand on my knee and said, "No one will expect all that from you. You're only human, no one expects you to fly in and sweep the girl off her feet, no one expects for you to pick up all their broken pieces and put them back together." I lifted a brow at her, "You don't know the kids at this school, mom." "Well, now we don't have to worry about

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

"The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories." "Damn, now that's cheesy." Nicholas said laughing and I wrapped my arms around myself, "Well do you?" I frowned at him. "Do I what?" "Want to have sex with me?" Nicholas asked so casually my eyes widened at his question. "No!" I said almost too quickly feeling heat creep up my neck. Nicholas arched a brow up at me. “You sure about that." "Yes!" No! "I absolutely do not want to have sex with you!" I definitely want to!

"So what are we going to do today? Meditation? Yoga?" "Are you really sure about this?" "I am. Besides I have nothing to lose." This is a dream come true for me. I know it sounds cliche, it sounds boring but that's what I feel. I want to be a hero. I want to be someone others need. Someone who has something to protect. "All right," He sighed, sitting across me in the vast lawn grass. "I'm glad you decided to stay but in case you change your mind I'm going to remind you, I told you I will only say that once. There's no turning back, Harper."

“If you really want to help me, let us leave without your help!” I did not know what I was feeling right now when I told him without stuttering what I truly felt. Was it fury? Consternation? Despondency? Apprehension? Or rather, it was disbelief? I did not know. The feelings were too unnerving for me to portray. I was in a daze by all of this happening unbiddenly. I blinked. My eyes flared. His expression stayed as it was. “Heroes don't exist. Each person fends for themselves. There is nothing selfish about it, little bird. You've flown enough; it's time to get back to your nest.”