Im Not The Hero Novels & Stories

Someone must do it. Is there anybody out there to eliminate these vermin from the world? wrong question. why shouldn’t I? if I don’t do it then who will? That’s just it: there’s no one, but I can do it. in fact, I am the only one who can do it. Even it costs me my life. The wolf inside me. I shall protect her at any cost. Because people like her are the one who are the final hope of this wretched world. I tried my best not to drag her in my fight. In my battle. I am not a hero Emmy. For fuck sake, I was not the hero for a second. Nor I thought of becoming one. I just wanted this place to a little better for you to live in.

She handed her drink over to one of the other girls and straightened her black-wrap dress. Andrea chewed the inside of her mouth. Just because he had a scar on his face didn't mean he was an anti-hero. It didn't define who he was. Zain was...classic hero material. Not that there was anything wrong with Deadpool or Wolverine, but they weren't Zain's type.

she pleaded, still unaware of what he was capable of. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, sir, my uncle is not a good person as he appears to be on the news; he's a monster.” Andrew let out a smirk as he remembered how timid Alejandro was when he came to his house. “Please don't make me laugh. That man is a monster?” Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at him before a wave of pity knocked that expression off her face. “Sir, you don't know the kind of man my uncle is.”

Emily lowered her head and continued, "I shouldn't have gotten in the way of you and Yohan's lives, and I definitely shouldn't have let money tempt me into becoming Julian's piano teacher." I replied, "My divorce with Yohan is definitely not because of you, so you don't have to blame yourself. I know you're not that type of person." I still owed Emily a favor. Back in sophomore year, she had joined our class briefly. At that time, Emily was considered one of the prominent heiresses in Jyndale, yet she was never arrogant or boastful. She had always greeted people with a warm smile, having a secure identity of herself. At 17, I was vain and eager to fit into Yohan's circle. I was often mocked

The main target's completely been taken by the villainess! [Janet cried so hard, she's definitely not letting this go!] … I watched the scrolling comments in front of me, calmly finishing the last sip of my iced Americano. Not letting it go? Perfect. This was only the first catch. The real game did not even begin yet.

He argued as his hands brushed against my cheeks and he was warm. The only warmth I had felt all night, and I hated myself for leaning into it. "Rule number three: Never forget this is a game, don't get confused, don't think I’m your friend and don't think I’m your hero." He stressed the hero part and I rolled my eyes. I wish he could actually know how much he means nothing to me. I have never been one of those girls to fawn over him. "You’re the bad one, Jace, I’m not confused." I replied flatly and he smiled.

“Welcome to the game. You’re not God. You’re not even middle management. You’re one traumatized writer with a glitch in the code. You can’t fix everything.” His bluntness scraped, but it also gave me something to push against. “Trying to be everyone’s hero gets you killed faster here,” he went on. “I’ve seen it. I almost did it myself on that tower. You pulled me out. I’m not saying that because I owe you some kind of ‘permission’ to feel bad. I’m saying—if you die playing savior, this place * wins *” I sucked in a shaky breath. It didn’t wash the guilt away.

“No I don't, he's nothing to me. I've been doing just fine without him and I can't wait for everything to settle so he'll leave.” “Sure, tell yourself that.” Sarcasm plain in her voice. “Whatever, I feel you got the wrong person. I'm no hero, in fact I'm far from that.” She then answered. “What are you then? Abused? Broken? Betrayed? Or better still, a coward.” “I'm none of that, and you know it.” “Then prove it, prove that you're none of that. The more time you waste not believing in yourself, the more lives will go.”

What else were we supposed to think? “Duh, I said he’s my student! He’s younger than me!” ”Age does not matter, dear. How old are you, Hero?” “I’m 25 ma’am,” was the young man’s eager reply. ”And do you have a girlfriend?” ”DAD!” ”No, sir, I don’t.” ”What about a boyfriend?” asked a soft feminine voice. ”MOM!” ”No ma’am,” chuckled Hero, “I never have and will never intend to have one.”

"I just hope he stays down, t'll be too dangerous for Dora to go stronger than that if he's that weak, might really kill'm." They were about to leave, but someone was shaking slightly. “Is that… Is that really?” Hope whispered, then took a breath and screamed. "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A HERO?! A HERO NEVER STAY DOWN!!!" He shouted so loudly that everyone shook. "Oi? Hope who are you cheerin' for?" "I'm sorry, my lady, but this is a personal matter... HEY! LEON!!! YOU SAID YOU WANT TO FIGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A TRUE HERO, SO STAND UP! DON’T LET HIM WIN!”