Im Not The Hero Novels & Stories

I roar back. “Not my fucking commander. I’m joining your team as an independent consultant, not your little bitch.” "You think this is a game? You think this is a fucking movie where the good guys always win?" "I think it's exactly what I said it was! A war! And there’s no reality where we’re the good guys, so no. This is the movie where the anti-heroes win." "You are not equipped to go into the field!" I stalk toward him, hoping the sheer bulk of me will intimidate him. The little shit refuses to back up a single step.

"Liam, this is going to be so draining, I am so tired already, I wish I could just not care for the people here and just leave," "You know you can't do that, you know you can't, that's why we have to fight this, whatever comes in the next couple of days, we will fight it together okay? We are going to get through this and y'all will go back the way you came, and with a hero badge too, because you guys are heroes," Liam said hugging her. "I don't feel anything like a hero right now, I feel more like a loser," "You are not, don't ever think you are a loser okay?"

You're amazing! Me: Not really. I mean, after my vision was restored, I just wanted to move on. I don't want to be imprisoned in the dark, painful memory of my past. My future is all that matters to me. Besides, I don't have supernatural powers to fight your grandparents. Lyn: I admire your honesty, girl. You are my hero! Me: Hehehe. I'm far from being a hero, so stop idolizing me! Lyn: Alright, let's talk about serious stuff.

She swallows. “But heroes aren’t supposed to keep secrets.” I let out a slow breath. “I don’t know.” She finally looks over. “No?” I shake my head. “I think sometimes heroes are just people trying to survive.” She studies me for a second. “My mom should’ve told me.” “Maybe.” “I could’ve helped.” “You were sixteen.” “I still could’ve—” “No.” I don’t raise my voice. I don’t have to. She goes quiet. “You were a kid.”

"My instinct told me." I laughed—the first real laugh I’d had all day. I smacked his shoulder lightly. "Stop acting like a hero, Jordan. This was probably just a coincidence." "But I am your hero in shining armor," he joked, glancing at me with a wink. “I can guess your wishes and read your thoughts.” "Please," I snorted. "A hero is supposed to rescue people. That’s what they’re known for. So you can't call yourself a hero just for buying me cookies."

It was his heavy breathing that cut the air, and then his voice said, "I am sorry that you have to go through that, dear. Forgive me." "Please sir," "No, dear, you have no idea what I feel right now." His expressions turned paler. "You will never know." I kept my coffee aside and leaned forward. Hesitantly, I took his hand to make him feel good. "It's okay, sir. You've saved so many lives today. You are a hero." He gave a sad smile. "I am no hero, Jade. Well, you don't even know that I am the ultimate reason why those girls and you ended up in that place."

Although I was proud to hear it all, but the truth is I'm not a hero. Heroes in legends have a tough life and grow with trials. Sometimes they can get destroyed if the trials are too hard to bear. But I'm different... And that's what makes lady Talia so great. I gritted my teeth before I raised my head with tears are flowing out from eyes. "Yes, I'll move on." She smirked. "Good." Because master is the real hero. She never back down from anything, and that's why things are different between us. I sneakily grinned and licked my lower lip. Because I'm not sorry of what I did in the past.

"You look like the strongest person I know." The sincerity in his voice made my throat close up. I'd spent so many years thinking of myself as broken, damaged, not quite enough. Hearing him describe me like I was something precious instead of something that needed fixing... "Don't," I said quietly. "Don't what?" "Look at me like that. Like I'm some kind of hero. I was terrified the entire time." His hands stilled on my shoulder. "You think heroes don't get scared?" "Heroes don't spend half the fight wanting to run away."

“You might not be saying it. But I can feel it. The hope that I'll be noble. That I'll choose to save everyone. That I'll give my blood willingly because it's what heroes do.” “You don't have to be a hero.” Marcus says quietly. “You're allowed to choose yourself.” “Am I?” My voice breaks. “Because it doesn't feel like it. It feels like choosing myself means condemning Zane. Means being selfish and cruel. Means becoming the villain in everyone else's story.” “You're not a villain for wanting to live.” Zane crosses to me, taking my hands. *You're not selfish for refusing to die for people who've hurt you.”

What a disgrace! We have an attack again could you please provide help if you can Zion l dont want to poise more people. I heard Aj's voice in my head. He was in a panic state since he is my child good best friend why not help him. Sure where exactly? I will be there. I asked for directions. The eastern boarder thanks alot Zion he replied with relief. OK wait for me. For some unknown reasons I feel that it's my duty to protect this pack and seeing how it looks right now, sadness overwhelm me.