I Dont Wanna Be A Hero Novels & Stories

“No I don't, he's nothing to me. I've been doing just fine without him and I can't wait for everything to settle so he'll leave.” “Sure, tell yourself that.” Sarcasm plain in her voice. “Whatever, I feel you got the wrong person. I'm no hero, in fact I'm far from that.” She then answered. “What are you then? Abused? Broken? Betrayed? Or better still, a coward.” “I'm none of that, and you know it.” “Then prove it, prove that you're none of that. The more time you waste not believing in yourself, the more lives will go.”

Lucky him. I am not a hero… never been. I am always a villain. I don’t do good things just for other people to appreciate. I liked people to be wary, as they thought I was a bad seed from my honest and good politician father. I always ruin my father’s image, for he deserved that after he let his mistress live freely, even though that whore killed my mother. Yeah! I am not a hero. But now, I want to be one just to get the attention of Miss Pretty. Fuck that. I wasted my two minutes here standing without her even glancing at me! I am thinking now of punching the fat guy’s face for her attention.

"I hope so too, Carmen. I want to be able to make you happy, but I'm no hero. That much you need to accept." She eased back, studying me intently. "I guess we'll see. Who was your one love? I know you had one." The question caught me off guard, but I felt compelled to answer. "A bright shining star who couldn't handle my life." "What happened?" "I let her go," I answered. "There's no big story other than I realized that I couldn't handle a relationship doing what I do." "Interesting. Maybe that's why you refuse to let me go," she said in such a quiet manner. "You know, it's funny about heroes. They come along when you least expect them, like a knight in shining armor."

“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 second, for God's sake! This is our lives now that we have to face!” “I don’t want to be a hero. At least let me save you, guys. I just want to do the right thing here. They will leave you alone once they got me, and they wanted me alive, so we might—” “Jesus! Listen to yourself fo

Trying to fight it but it's even getting hard to take a breath, trying to fight my body and take a deep breath. "Fuck Kian!"

“I’m saying you’ve got to survive. And in high school, that means being the lion, not the gazelle. It’s not about being mean; it’s about being untouchable. If that means being a bully, then so be it." I nodded slowly, the pieces clicking into place. If being untouchable meant I’d never have to feel like this again—humiliated, weak, small—then I’d do whatever it took. Thomas clapped me on the shoulder, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got potential, Logan. Just don’t waste it.” That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying his advice over and over. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow, I’d start building a version of myself no one could knock down.

“A coward? A disgrace? I just… I don’t want to fight him. Not when no one else is even trying.” Kael leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Lucas, you’re not a disgrace for not wanting your father back. You’re not a disgrace for not wanting to fight a war nobody else is fighting.” I swallowed hard, my chest aching. Kael went on, quieter this time. “It’s a mind screw, yeah? How do you defeat the bad guy when he’s doing more good than the guy who’s supposed to be the hero?” I sat down beside him, feeling strangely hollow and relieved all at once. “Exactly.”

He didn’t want to see Dio taking the wrong path. I’m not a hero. I’m even worse than those scumbags. Dio gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to be called a hero because he wasn’t kind. He just did what he wants, the way that he wanted. “There are times when you need to show them their place, Chief. You need to wake them up from their delusions that they are better just because they were older.” He took a sip from the wine once again and put a spoonful of pie in his mouth to calm himself.

After all, Red is an attitude of being classy and crazy. Later at that moment, I left my room without leaving a single trace of where I am heading. _____________________________ _____________________ Jericho POV Unaware, I sighed so loudly while staring blankly at my car's window. "Are you okay, Mr. Arison?" Worried, asked my driver. "I don't know. My wife suddenly becomes a different person. It's like I don't know her." I expressed with a little tone of guilt.

I rushed out of the bathroom, not minding the water that was dropping from my body on the floor. "Yuvonne listen to me. It is a death trap. It is an actual death trap. Please do not go to any motherfucking Dogma. I beg you. You see how I look now? You will look worse if you go there and back, that is if you will come back." "Wait, wait, hold up Hel, what are trying to say? That I don't know how to fly copters or that I am not capable? You think being a hero is only meant for you because you're Helion right?"