I Dont Wanna Be A Hero Novels & Stories

"I can't support this. I'm sorry. I just can't." Her heart dropped. "Damien—" "You want to be the person who burns it all down? Fine. But don't ask me to help." "I'm not trying to be a hero," she said. "Then what are you trying to be?" "Free," she said. The word hung in the air. Something inside him broke. "And what about us? What will happen to us if you do this?" "I don't know." "That is no longer proper enough." "It truly is all I have."

“Walk away while you still can.” The guy looked back at his men and burst into laughter. “Dude, are you blind or something? Do you not know how to count? There are three of us and just you, so stop trying to act all tough.” “That is right, man! Don't try to be a hero. Heroes die.” One of the other guys supported, flexing his muscles by folding his arms.

When he noticed how cold and distant I looked, he purposely turned to the people nearby and said, loud enough for me to hear, "That's right. My dad is a pack elder. He worked so hard to help everyone get into Centraford. "If it weren't for him pulling strings with the Special Werewolf Unit, we, the children of fallen heroes, would still be stuck in Sidersville forever." Every word was about how we owed everything to him and his father. Then he shot me a warning look, reminding me to keep my mouth shut.

"And what about me?" I looked at her. A mocking smile tugged at my lips. "So, are we just supposed to forget about all the injustice I suffered, and all the losses I took? "He's still out there, living freely. How am I supposed to believe you're really done with him? But if you sent him to prison, then there would be nothing holding me back from being with you." I leaned close and whispered into her ear, like a devil's murmur. Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes. My words seemed to give her courage. She took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and finally placed the call.

“Don’t do this.” “You already did.” I walked toward the door. Hero 1 walks away. My hand shook as I grabbed the handle. Behind me, his voice cracked for the first time. “If you leave like this, don’t rewrite the story,” he said. “Don’t make me the villain to make it easier.” I paused. Because part of me wanted to. It would hurt less. I turned slowly. “Then tell me the truth,” I said. “Did you choose them over me?”

(sent) Wanna meet? (erased) Can we meet so I can ask for the lecture notes… (erased) Are you going home straight from class cause… (erased) Damn it, Hero! What is wrong with you? Don’t lose your shit just because you saw her luscious titties, alright! What you do at the Resort stays at the Resort! Hero suddenly shoves from his mind the memory of a lovely half-naked amazon whipping him relentlessly. Good thing too because his semi-hard on has already started stretching his jeans again.

Mom, Aunty Yemi, Leonardo and even- "Jay Jay? What are you thinking about? You don't seen to be listening to me at all?" I smiled at her as I scratched the back of my head. "Sorry. I was watching the Okada man and was wondering how wonderful it would be to be a hero." She raised an eyebrow. "A hero? Do you mean like a super hero with the capes and inside out underwear and all that?" I snorted at the description.

is it so wrong? I just want to make this love happen...I'm not the heroine who's just gonna stand there and be hurt while watching the person he love be with another girl... I'm not gonna give up and regret the things I could've done... ... is this the right thing to do? everyday, I feel like I'm becoming more and more selfish.

Living in this world is already enough. If my mother can't fight for herself that led her to her death, then I'm different from her, far more different from her because I can feel that she made me be this world's warrior. Is she expecting me to be a freaking hero? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint her but I'm selfish. I just want her to have her justice- our justice, but I never planned to be one of those "heroes" that just failed regardless of how hard they fought. This is not a matter of strength anymore but a mind battle, that's what they missed saving this world. Yes, there are some of them who tried fighting but they all failed because they are dumb enough to move without even thinking. The

“Better than perfect. Who can live up to that?” He threaded his fingers through his hair in agitation. “You’re expected to do something heroic every time you turn around. Kitten up a tree on your block? Call the hero, he’ll get it down. Backed-up toilet? Why, we’ve got a hero down the street. He’ll take care of it. Then you do something maybe not so heroic, like, oh, I don’t know, let the grass get too high, or drink too much, or don’t wash the car or paint the house when it needs it. Then, instead of just being a normal person, you’re a disappointment to all those people who thought you were a hero and expected you to be perfect and heroic every damn day for the rest of your damn, stinking