I Dont Wanna Be A Hero Novels & Stories

"Please don't hurt me!" "Don't worry, I will not," he replied. "I'm here for an important reason." "What is it?" I halted and grasped the straps of my backpack. "Do you want to be a hero? Do you want to help those innocent people from the bad ones who are oppressing them?" He inquired. Hero? Can I protect others from the bad guys? "Are you joking?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" He stared at me, and I saw the seriousness in his eyes. He opened his palm and ordered, "Look at this. This is the power that I'm going to give you."

~*~ "..You said you could save me I'm doing the saving Went to sleep with superhero And woke up with villain Killing, killing my love Oh what happened? Don't know what happened You got me fighting Like wonder woman I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights

Shasha politely asked. "No, I am not, still my disorder. I am just waiting for you. I promised myself that if I can't see you until the end of this year, there's no reason to live. It's an empty life for me, would rather want want to die," Master Hero tender voice, sad face. Shasha was stunned with his words, "Why would you do that? You got your family who loves you." "I know but at the end I'll be left alone, loveless, rich but empty," Hero said sadly.

When I finally moved out of the house to a new residence, where I and the guys stay, the only female employed, was madam Antoine, my nanny. And now, here I am facing two strange looks with eyes begging me to give permission to something I detest. "What?" I ask when no one speaks up. "Don't you want to be a hero to someone in need?" Nick finally speaks up, just that his statement totally contradicts my nature. "I don't want to be a hero to a villain" I state firmly while trying to draw a line as I stare intently at the blue eyes of the person I'm supposed to be a hero to. Her expression was cold but I could see desperation in them.

Not just for a fight. For me. “Then I can’t hide even more,” I shoot back before fear can swallow me. “If I’m the target, then at least… at least I do something.” His eyes flash. Anger? Worry? Both. “You’re not playing the hero,” he says. “Not now. Not at this price.” “I don’t want to be a hero,” I answer, and I feel my voice shake, but I don’t let it pull me back. “I just don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.”

Then, without looking up, he said, “Why me?” Sariah didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she allowed herself to feel what the Vein had shown her of him. The years of solitude. The quiet mornings in the field. The way he buried every death he witnessed with his own two hands, because it felt wrong to let anyone else carry that weight. “Because you endure,” she said finally. He looked up, confused. “I’m no hero. I don’t want to be one.” “Good. Heroes burn too quickly. I need someone who won’t shatter the first time the sky opens.”

Someone must do it. Is there anybody out there to eliminate these vermin from the world? wrong question. why shouldn’t I? if I don’t do it then who will? That’s just it: there’s no one, but I can do it. in fact, I am the only one who can do it. Even it costs me my life. The wolf inside me. I shall protect her at any cost. Because people like her are the one who are the final hope of this wretched world. I tried my best not to drag her in my fight. In my battle. I am not a hero Emmy. For fuck sake, I was not the hero for a second. Nor I thought of becoming one. I just wanted this place to a little better for you to live in.

How should I start writing. "Hey Diary, Here comes another day of my so-called Regular Boring College Life. Or I shouldn't say it boring as it was full of nonsense. All the people I know here, are shitty. But, all this nonsense can't help me forget about my Unknown Hero. How can I forget him? He has something super natural in him.

“Hey!” “Listen!” I raised my voice, holding his gaze. “If I get into a situation where, you know, you can’t help me out or even if you think you can do something — don’t. Just go back, alright? I’ll figure things out myself. You’ve helped me enough and if I am being honest, without your help, I wouldn’t have made it so far. So thank you.” He grabbed my upper arm. “Don’t fucking play a hero in front of me, sweet venom. I don’t like heroes. Just because my magic is weaker here doesn’t mean it’s useless. And I don’t need a woman to protect me or order me around. I’ll decide what to do or not do.”

her voice gets more desperate, more higher with every word. “I am not your hero, you are looking in the wrong direction.” Seriously, who gave her the idea of me being anything like that? Inspired? Pft! I am a coward, running and hiding any chance I get. A moment of courage with a lifetime of anxiety makes you wonder if it's all worth it. “it doesn’t matter. I just want to be your friend. I don’t have any and you don’t need to worry about me being corrupted by the witch because I hate her.”