I Dont Wanna Be A Hero Novels & Stories

no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that ceri:- that mean you not going to risk your life for other velliam:- no I know what is important to me. it you and my life. I don't want to become hero or legendary God

he said and I let out a breath. If I had lost that, after all that had happened, I was not sure what I would do. “But didn’t you leave to become the Redline Luna? Won’t it be inconvenient to fulfil your duties from afar? What about your mate to be?” I apart of me suddenly started looking for excuses make up for Lucas but paused. It was laughable. There was no need for such an effort. "He’s Dead. No need to worry, I will no longer be distracted from my duties assisting the Oracle.” I said and ended the call.

“Hahaha, you’re crazy. Wait, I thought you and Kai were a thing.” I waved my hand dismissively. “I told you before, Kai and I are just friends. He’s too good for me. Kai is like… the hero of the story. But I don’t want a hero, Amelia. I want a villain.” Her frown deepened. “I don’t get it. What does a hero and a villain have to do with this? And beside Everyone wants a hero.” I smirked, leaning closer. “Okay, let me explain it in simple terms. If there are only two options, save me or save the whole world while I die, what do you think a hero would pick?”

“Think whatever you want, but the truth is, if a man can’t put you before the world, then he is nothing more than a hero who didn’t deserve love.” “Exactly, he’s a hero! That’s something you will never be!” I hiss, glaring up at him. “Jai would have died for me.” “You’re right, I’ll never be like him, cus I wouldn’t want to be… like you said, he’d die for you. The thing is, Little Mate, what good am I to you dead?” “You don’t-” “I’ll show myself out,” he whispers before he lets go of me and leaves.

My host had been letting his fingers do the walking upside my head for some time now, and I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Don’t pass out. Don’t pa... “Come on, hero, don’t make me beat you to death,” he said, pausing briefly from his work to slap me awake. “You know what? You really do look like some sort of hero. Like one of those comic book movie guys, or… an action figure.” “Lemme know if you want me to… autograph anything for… your kids,” I replied, blood dripping from my mouth. “Tell you what, Captain Hero Man,” he said, leaning in closer. “How ’bout we wrap this up right now and you can get back to saving the universe with the rest of your tight-wearing friends?”

Kinda fits, but no, because I'm not a hero. You’re becoming mine… ‘Well then Leo Rossi, are you a villain?’ I asked, almost cursing myself for sounding a tad too flirty. ‘Do you need to label me Azura Rayne Westwood?’ ‘Maybe?’ "Then I'm just someone doing what I need to do. Call it whatever the fuck you want. I don’t need to be a hero or a villain, I’m just something in between.’ I spotted the rusty metal steps and looked at them. They led all the way up… slowly I began walking up them, trying not to smile at his tone.

"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.

It doesn't have to be. I did it to protect Seraphine and my family. To make sure they don't get dragged into Pappa's shitty business deals. To give them a better future. A normal life. Or at least I think that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to be the hero my fake wife and my soon-to-be divorcée stepmother think I should be. As they say, “You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” I've tried going down that path. It's just not who I am. I can't be one of the villains. Turns out I still have a soul, despite everything.

Jakub snapped as I started walking away. I turned back to him, saying, "Why shouldn't it be me? Why shouldn't I help people who need it? What gives you the right to tell me that I shouldn't help people? Why wouldn't I help other people who are going through the same crap I've gone through, Jakub? Can you give me a legitimate answer to any of those questions?" "Because I want to be the damn hero for once. I want to be the person people recognize whenever I'm walking down the damn street, I want to be filthy rich, and I deserve it more than you do." Jakub roared as he got in my face.

she continues "Don't try and be some super hero, for your own good. Just so you know, whatever you do, I'll know" What?