I Need A Hero To Save Me Now Novels & Stories

“There is more than one way to get you to take it my love, and when it’s gone I’ll personally put a new one in for you if you want one so badly.” A wave of panic and disgust rush over me immediately and I clutch unto my tummy again, reminded myself what’s worth fighting for. I just have to hold on until Kain gets here, I know for a fact that he will get here and saves us both.

The night Maya Winehouse and I slept together, she was drunk and had just broken up with her now ex-boyfriend, Daniel Carter. She had no choice but to marry me. Our marriage was quiet and stable. I once thought it would last forever… Until Daniel passed away from his sickness. When Maya went to pay her respects, she learned that he had left her for good because he had found out what happened between us that night. At that same time, she discovered the diary that I had written about my secret love for her. She became convinced I had ruined their relationship on purpose, and she hated me to the bones. She divorced me and threw me out with nothing. She also made sure to make my life

Now, tomorrow, forever. His. My mind processes the rest of his words and then, takes in the dark, burning intensity of his gaze. The tick of his jaw. “What do you mean by that?” I ask, drawing back, away from him. “As I said before, you don't need a hero. Or a savior. Someone who's all perfect. What you need is an anti-hero, who's dark. Someone knows you inside out. On your own, you're so fucking lost. So fucking confused. It's like you're stuck in this void space, with no place to go. No idea how to get out. I'll be your anti-hero, Titania. I'll be the one to show you the light again. To make you unclench, let go of your inhibitions and start living again like you're meant to. Maybe not for

How am I going to escape from her today? I stepped on mad dog's tail. It's ready to eat me alive. Someone save me. *****

To support Gavin Cooper’s work, I waited in our first-floor home with our son, who was burning with a high fever, while the hurricane raged outside. Yet as the head of the local emergency response team, he gave the last remaining life ring to his childhood sweetheart, Wendy Harper, on the tenth floor. When I voiced my dissatisfaction, he berated me over the phone. “Luna, you’re my wife. I can’t abuse my position for personal gain. I have to set an example. “But Wendy is different. She’s a widow raising a young daughter, so I have a responsibility to make sure they’re protected.” Once again, his argument about putting the greater good first won me over. That was until the floodwaters swallowe

I was forced to look away at some point, who dares stare at him directly. With every step he took, my heart pounded heavily. Am I going to die today? This is the end? I'm not 25 yet, I'm only twenty-four, and there's still hope of living for four months at least. Why is this world cruel to me? Why did the moon goddess bestow me with such a fate? I shut my eyes tight expecting the worst when suddenly I felt a hand push the strands of hair that covered parts of my face. A cold ..cold hand.

i pulled out of the parking garage and thats when my story ended Abigail hit the side of my car and now i sit in the air looking at my body as I’m in a coma. Truth is I was given a choice i can come back but theres a catch it’ll be months and i have to go to other realms and save them before I can so now I’m stuck with a choice.

“Stay down, please lay down, we’ll take you to the tower.” I need to save others, I try to say, but it comes out as a strangled moan. Something warm slides down my head, my knees buckle, hitting the ground again. People are on my sides, trying to pull me up, My legs… please work. There are kids out there. More missiles are falling.. I have to save them. Noah… Noah is out there. Alone. He’s waiting for me. Work please. My body is moving, but not the way I want, not where I need it to take me, someone is carrying me, and they are running full speed ahead.

She felt like she was drowning and that there was no one to save her. She felt like she was going crazy and the one person who could of help her…who could set her free from her misery…was just standing there and f*cking watching her! She looked up, her vision slightly blurred from her tears. “Just help me!!” She snapped, her voice breaking so bad that her throat hurt. “Please…” She begged the goddess. “Please help me. Please just let me go. Pick someone else. Pick someone who can hear all of this. But I—I can’t. I’m not the one. I’m weak! I’m useless! I’m not your white-haired Luna! “

His mountain of a body lays over the asshole who was going to kill me, a one inch stake protruding from his back. There is no amount of air I can suck in to catch my breath as everything closes in around me. A tight band grows taut around my chest, my muscles spasming and my mind growing fuzzy. I can save him, I know I can. But how…how the hell do I save him when he is like…this. I search around me, whimpering as tears stream down my face and my voice trembling. “Help!” I cry out, weak and no one hears me…how can they with the roar of this raging battle?