Is This Hero For Real Novels & Stories

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

Randell exclaimed. "I'll pay you back when my mom gives me my allowance next month, alright? I'll even double the amount!" I felt my heart sink to my stomach. "No! There's a red alert here! And I've already told you that I don't have any money with me now! I want to get out of this place! I don't even have the money to stay at the hotel anymore!" Randell laughed coldly and said, "You're really something, Cassidy Stanford. You can even resort to faking a red alert notification just to cause trouble with me on purpose.

I said, imitating a reporter. "That's easy." He cleared his throat. "Because I will beat Superman, Jack from titanic, Peeta from hunger games, Harry Potter, and all other heroes out there from my amazing personalities. For one, strikingly handsome, secretly nice, charming, sweet, caring, romantic, loyal, respectable, and all the good qualities. You will be the luckiest girl in the universe to have me as your boyfriend." My mouth was hanging open so that it would reach the ground. It was only a joke but he really did it.

Is this real? ‘Brandon is going down! This is insane!’

Tears filled his eyes as he thought about how he wanted her to say that to him. “Of course I am. I am your hero.” Stefan replied gruffly. Blake knocked the bowl off the chest with an angry snarl. The man had just as many secrets if not more than Blake! How could she choose that monster over him? “I am her true hero!” Blake screamed at the mess of water on the floor. “Indeed, Brother Blake. You are the only hero I see.” Celendra whispered, wrapping herself seductively around him. “The girl doesn’t know what she has given up.”

One of the men informed my father. In just a few minutes he reached this place and kneeled down to hug me. “What are you doing here, my son?” He asked, looking at me while caressing my back. “I understood everything, dad.” I spoke. “She is our enemy’s daughter, right?” I said. He nodded instantly. “I let her fall down from here, dad. You don’t have to worry about her.” I assured him and he smiled after hugging me tightly. “You proved to everyone that you’re my son.”

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

“Desmond, so you slept with someone else earlier, and now you’re here professing your love to me? “I always thought that you’re not as disgusting as the other men out there. I thought you were my soulmate. But now I know you’re no different than those men out there.” “Don’t ever appear before me again. Otherwise, I’ll play your disgusting video on loop in the hospital.” Desmond panicked. “Eunice, it’s not what you think. Hear me out.” “Get lost…”

"Aaron, did you get this wrong? Isn't Chloe your girlfriend?" Aaron frowned immediately, irritation obvious on his face. "Chloe and I just grew up together. How could she possibly be my girlfriend?" "The one I actually like is the real daughter of the Brooks family, Yvonne. Everyone misunderstood before because Chloe kept imagining things." "And look at her now, wearing another knockoff version of Yvonne's dress. Fake things will always be fake. I only like the real deal." He looked at Yvonne affectionately. "Yvonne, will you be my girlfriend?"

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"