Im Not The Hero Novels & Stories

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

Not even the asshole sitting right beside me. He made me laugh. When I didn’t think I could laugh. Carter was therapy—right now, the only kind I could afford. And I didn’t give a damn who knew it. “I’ll protect you this time.” “Oh really? The heroine wants to protect the hero from the villain?” Carter’s message flashed across the screen, cheeky and light. But something twisted in my chest at that word—villain. Carter could be anything: therapy, distraction, a kind voice in a storm. But the hero? No. That title belonged to someone else, once. And no one—not even Carter—had ever taken me that high or thrown me that hard.

“I guess that’s where I’ll come in from now on. The person who reminds you and picks up the slack. It’s not anything I haven’t done before. Seriously, what do you think I did most of my life with the twins? I’m the one that kept things going while they pulled off their magic. They’re the real problem solvers and investigators. I’m just the one that fielded our bosses away from them as much as I could. All the while they made me look good at it.” “So you aren’t angry that you aren’t on the front lines being the hero?” “There are different heroes and not all need to be patted on the back or given a medal. I’m not comfortable playing second string. But I’m not stupid enough to deny that I lack

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.

I being extremely happy said, "You..... I am so happy to see you here." I went to hug My Unknown Hero but he refused. He rudely exclaimed, "Stop, I came here by seeing that notice." I asked him, "Why are being so rude today?" He replied, "I want you to prove that this is done by Regina, not you." I said, "That I know but how?" He said, "You have to make a full proof plan. I cannot help you with this." I asked, "Why? Why will you not help me?"

Zachary beside me sighed and kneel on his knees to get a better look at my arms since I am sitting and he's six-foot-tall. “I am sorry, Mere…I just can't let people hurt you. You are the sweetest person in the whole world and I know that you did nothing wrong. What is the worst that you could do? ” he says slowly, inspecting my arms. And just like that, the first tear trickled down my cheek. I was so ashamed when Zachary said those things to me. I was far from the sweetest person in the world. No, Zachary was wrong. I didn't deserve to be treated like a fragile glass.

But ironically, was there? "He's done so much for you, but you never give him a kind look. You even humiliate him. How can you be so heartless?" "Wait," Ariana interrupted her. "First of all, I still don't know who this person is. At least I can't remember such a person. Why don't you just say his name? Otherwise, I really think you might have kidnapped the wrong person." "Fine. I'll tell you before you die, then!" The next moment, Shanice's gaze softened. "He's the most perfect man in the world. He's incredibly handsome, brave, tall, and exceptionally capable..."

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

“But don’t you understand? You’re completely outnumbered! You’re no match against them!” “Besides, you’re not a hero!” “Wake up!” “It’s okay to be bold, but don’t you dare drag others down with you!”

I was at that point , where I couldn't even tell what I felt for her anymore , no cross that . I knew what I felt for her but I didn't want accept it or maybe I couldn't. A knight wasn't always a shining hero , riding on a horse paving his way through the enemy troops to save the damsel , sometimes he was an unwanted devil ,some one that the damsel in distress never needed . " You did fine for the past two years , what are you trying to say now , why don't you just admit that you are no longer in control , asshole ?" Wow , I mean literally wow . Conan actually made himself sound like human , before I thought the guy was some sort of machine automation , never getting angry , never showing an