Invincible You Were My Hero Novels & Stories

"He was my hero. He is...my hero." "I've seen you at your lowest, and even when you were ready to give up, you just...came back up. Stronger than ever. And...I admire that about you. My father didn't make it, but you did. You continue to do so, and I guess somehow I found comfort in that." I let out a shaky breath, blinking back the oncoming tears. "Darren..."

“You see, most people will change perpetually after going through long-term tor/ment, no matter mentally or physically. Some of them will choose to end their lives, some of them will become the ab/user, the others will just shut themselves down and cut their connections with the world. But you are different from all of them, Amy. You not only survived that tor/ment, but also thrived. Instead of destroying you, it made you so persistent and…perfect. After going through all of those things, you are still so kind to everyone around you. Your heart is so pure like it has never been tainted by anything. It‘s almost like nothing in the world could actually get you. You are truly invincible.” “….”

“Justin, I’m just your uncle, but I have treated you well for all these years. Given our years of affection, you should… make way for me!” Right then, a cool light slashed through the air as Vance made an attempt to stab Justin’s heart with a razor-sharp dagger! “I won’t allow anyone to stop me! I’m unstoppable!” Vance bellowed. Obviously, this man had gone insane. Justin seized the handle and backhanded the dagger, but scarlet blood had begun to flow along the blade. Even though he was aware of his uncle’s long-standing evil intentions, he didn’t anticipate them to be carried out.

Love Me Like You do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do Skylar turned and stunned to see Steve was playing guitar while singing her favorite song. You're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much Steve came forward and circled around Sky who so lost in his melodious voice that forgot to react for few minutes, then came back to her senses seeing Steve in front of her singing with a charming smile. Skylar turned and was about to go but stopped listening to the next line.

"As long as it needs to take for your body to fully recover and heal itself." "What the hell! This shit is unfair!" "Be grateful that you faced an Ultima and came out of the fight alive, and stop acting like a child, alright?" Chuckling faintly, Uncle Rolex shook his head and whispered, "Also, be thankful that you are not your father." "How bad is his state?" I mumbled, worrying more about my injuries than his because this shit is his fault, that I am in pain. If he had not used me to play in his dirty game, I wouldn't be lying in this bed, unable to move my damn body.

“I was just kid…” “Can you not talk to me anymore?” I raised my voice and reached out to turn on the radio, tuning until I found what I was looking for. But it wasn’t enough, I needed something that would hurt my feelings and Dido was just the right option. She knows how to make my heart bleed with loneliness. As soon as Noah rolled the car into the mansion and packed just outside the garage, I got my bag and got out. He did the same. “Ginger…”

bitterness mixes with venom in her tone. My tone is sharp, over this already “Harlow, I’ll say it one final time, I am sorry I hurt you but I have a chance to be with my soulmate after being ripped apart and our child. We still have to defeat Damian to make sure that everyone is safe. You could have had a place here with us as Nico does if you had chosen differently. Yet you have proven we can’t trust you and so you have to go! It’s over”

“My blood is making you feel invincible, and if you act upon it, it’ll endanger us both.” Invincible. Really? Woah. The word hummed in my veins, vibrating through every fibre of my being. He was right—I did feel invincible, like I could tear through the walls, like the world was too small to contain the power coursing through me. The strength was intoxicating, dangerously so. But his warning pulled me back, grounding me, reminding me of the razor-thin line I was walking. “There’s a shifter army outside,” he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could already hear them closing in. “We have a few minutes before they get here.”

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

I snapped, fury exploding inside me as I struggled to get up. But the others pressed down harder, forcing me back to the floor. Elliot lifted his foot and stomped down on my face, grinding his heel cruelly. "Go on, lick my shoes clean. Do that, and the 50 bucks are yours. Otherwise, you're not walking out of this room." "I'm the CEO of Sandhurst Group—you think you're worthy of having your shoes cleaned by me?" Rage surged through me as I glared up at him, my voice trembling with fury.