I Need A Hero To Save Me Now Novels & Stories

And this is all because of my ex-boyfriend. I try to smile in the mirror, but I can't curve my lips up. I need Ryle right now. I need to be in his arms. I need his touch. I need his embrace. His kiss. His existence. The life he gives off and the security he provides. I need him. He can appear in front of me, with just a call, I won't do that. At least not now that I'm secretly hurting him and everybody else. What the hell am I supposed to do? Where on this earth will I find a temporary haven? I need to rest. I need to shut my eyes. I need to think. And think. And just think. This will be a risky journey. But I'm ready to walk through the dark doorway. To save myself from humiliation. O God,

But now she has no need for me. She used me as a step stool to the life she wanted and now I’m the anchor at the bottom of the ocean, pulling her down, holding her back from the life she has craved. She always wanted to be the hero. The person you can turn to in a lurch. The one who can save you and she feels nothing but happy because of the good she implants in the world. That’s her dream.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

the soldier stopped halfway when he saw the little girl with messy hair and oversized clothes but that’s not the only reason he trembles in anticipation “This… this cold aura, I only know one person with this kind of aura!” he laugh and take a step closer to the girl “I knew it! There’s something wrong with that girl” with a trembling hand, he hesitated to touch the girl’s pretty face 5 months have past and of course, she contacted her uncle. She still remembers the exact line that he declaimed “the world needs a hero right now, hope amid the destruction. Someone who will be the light on the island. She’s someone who has achieved that great feat, we still need this someone but I’ll assure yo

“You’re not just strong. You’re smart. You see the cracks in this place just like I do. And maybe… maybe you’re the only one who can save it.” I stared at him, heart thudding. “I don’t want to be a hero,” I whispered. “You don’t have to be,”

Daniel led me to the dance floor where we had Hero by Enrique Iglesias . Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Or would you run and never look back? Would you cry if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight? Would you tremble if I touched your lips? Or would you laugh? Oh please tell me this Now would you die for the one you love? Oh hold me in your arms tonight I can be your hero baby I can kiss away the pain I will stand by you forever You can take my breath away Would you swear that you'll always be mine

Her breasts, her thighs, her face, her hair… No, stop! Where’s Hero? Don’t! Let ME GO! I don’t want THIS! HERO, DAMN IT WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME PLEEEASE!!! HEROOO!!!

“I know he was using me! But he’s still my father!” “He doesn’t deserve you.” “That’s not your call to make!” Tears burned in my eyes, hot and stinging. “You bought his debt. You bought me. You bought everything. Do you think that makes you a hero?” “No.” His voice was hard. “I think it makes me the only person willing to save you from yourself.” “I didn’t ask you to save me!” I was shouting now, pacing the marble floor. “I didn’t ask for any of this!”

If I didn't leave this locked room tonight, my father would come home, and my life would get so much fucking worse than it already was. Closing my eyes and biting on my lips, I winced and folded my arms around my body and allowed myself the pleasure of the memories I had with Hero. His touch. His kisses. I have never felt anything close to the way I felt when I was around him. Just the thought of him made me instantly wet and aching for his touch. ‘Hero of the Black Haw pack would protect me.’ I whispered, a flicker of hope igniting within. ‘If only I could reach him.’

His hand solemnly grasped mine, as I fled to his side, scooting closer along the rugged roof. "We're superheroes now?" I asked him, as he nodded his head. "A form of it, we save everyone, except us". I said, looking down at the cliff then tracing my vision for the boy I needed, the boy that saved me countless numbers of times. The boy I had turned to when the world went cold, when my vision blackened.