I Dont Wanna Be A Hero Novels & Stories

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

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."

He promised he would take me there whenever I wanted. "Hey," the sweetest little voice snapped. It was her, the angel that blessed this earth. There was a boy standing over her and they were both occupied with something on the ground. I doubt they knew each other, much less were related. One held a look of pure devastation and sadness while the other had painted on a cruel smile that I hated. I only managed to catch the last end of her sentence. She said something with the word mean, was that boy being mean to her? What exactly did he say something? Those were very valid and reasonable questions to ask, but I decided to charge ahead without asking myself any of these questions. That would be

I wonder how many times rogues who were punished for their actions only did so because they never got taught how to control it? I can’t say it’s not tempting, because it is. I’d like to be able to use this bullshit to help someone else. Maybe then this whole fucked up thing that I call my life will have been meaningful to someone. I feel Mani pull at me so I know she’s saying it already is, and I know she’s talking about Killian and Siril. My problem is that helping them come up with a plan to help others doesn’t involve me actually physically having to touch anyone or anything. I can do that from behind the curtain and no one ever has to actually see me or interact with me.

The crack in his voice tears at my insides. "You're not an experiment D, you're my hero." I murmur achingly. "He has hurt you, but he can't defeat you. An experiment is something so small and you are anything but small in this world." My eyes stare into Declan's shining ones as I take his hand in mine. "Heroes aren't perfect, they have flaws too but that doesn't mean they aren't remarkable."

She fights my gaze until I sigh in defeat. “I can’t protect you,” I whisper, feeling weak and useless. “I’m not asking you to. I have never asked you to. When will you drop this macho alpha stuff and just accept that I don’t want a hero, Liam? I just want you.” “You deserve a hero.” I frown at her, and she sighs, her head dropping to my bare chest.

“You don’t want to join forces…” “No. I just want you out of the way.” “Why? I was never bothering you before!” “See, that’s the problem. You have all this power and you don’t even care to use it. It’s annoying, and it makes it seem like you have some weird-ass hero complex. ‘Woe is me. My life is so sad. I have to bite people to make them love me but also I will save them all because it’s the right thing to do’” he mocks.

I was about to answer however he move apart calming his head by brushing his hair. I sighed to build strenght and utter. "L-Look. I just really find it unfair, so I walk in." "That's not an excuse," he darted at me. I bit my lips. "Y-Yes it is. Someone is in danger, I need to help." "Why? Because you want to be a hero someday?" He sarcastically said.

I say, motioning for her to follow me. She sighs but obeys, falling into step beside me. As we move through the gym, I can’t help but glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s got this fire in her, this resilience that refuses to be snuffed out. And for reasons I can’t fully understand, I want to see that fire burn brighter. But I can’t forget who I am. What I am. I’m not a savior. I’m not a hero. I’m the storm that burns everything down.

"Liam, this is going to be so draining, I am so tired already, I wish I could just not care for the people here and just leave," "You know you can't do that, you know you can't, that's why we have to fight this, whatever comes in the next couple of days, we will fight it together okay? We are going to get through this and y'all will go back the way you came, and with a hero badge too, because you guys are heroes," Liam said hugging her. "I don't feel anything like a hero right now, I feel more like a loser," "You are not, don't ever think you are a loser okay?"