Is This Hero For Real Novels & Stories

He seems deadly and something about him screamed danger. "Who…who are you?" My lips quivered when he reached me, his lips curled up in a smile. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. I just want your dad." What? Dad? My eyes widened and I blinked rapidly. "No, not your fake dad, your real dad" he whispered as he pinned me to the wall. I shook my head as I whipped my head to the side. "Just come with and you'll be safe" he whispered and I felt fear run through me.

“Why? Only Ronan gets to play the hero?” I held my breath at the mention of Ronan. He just called the Ronan hero. My muscles jerked. I wore a man’s disguise at the moment. So, him calling Ronan my hero was as dangerous as it sounded. I steadied my breathing, forcing the tremor from my voice. “I don’t know about him being a hero,” I said coldly, “but you definitely aren’t one.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Low and lazy, like he enjoyed every second of this.

"The moment I was about to shine, the Airburst appeared from nowhere and took over my cool debut scene." As Putter mentions the city’s hero, Gentle seems a little interested. "The real one?" "The real deal. Greek god physique. In-person… Ahem. For one who is about to be a hero, leaving an impression on others is necessary, and I shouldn’t fail despite the circumstances." Even top trainee Putter can’t stand that stunning body of Idorund. "Hmph, that’s all? Then just make a new debut to wow your coworker then." Gentle gives him a piece of advice.

she apologized, feeling ashamed of herself. "You are sorry. Do you think sorry will change anything? After all, you've done to me...No! My dad has to know about this. He has to know, that his wife is not as innocent as she looks. He has to know that she's a savage, a cave woman who had molested his son last night. Jules Verne, I even pleaded with you to stop, but you didn't," Hero yelled, sending shivers down her spine. Anyone who saw Hero would have to admit that he was great at acting. His face held the anger of someone who was really molested, giving nothing away.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

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.

"Yes! That has to be it!" "No wonder she always acted so above everyone else. Even after getting top scores, she never reacted. Turns out it was all an act!" "She's not even the real Brooks family daughter anymore. Without her privilege, her true colors are showing." "How pathetic. Everything about her was fake. Her identity was fake, her clothes were fake, even her grades were fake…" "But hey, it's not all bad. Become a good chef in the future, open a breakfast shop or something. As your old classmates, we'll definitely come support you!"

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?"

She faked a cry. "Shut up! I said shut up!" I raised my voice again and she sobbed like she was in pain. If anyone had been in my shoes, they would have fallen for her trap. But who she is kidding? I'm Harry, the legend of every girl's dream boy who never falls for another trap. "Listen, bitch!! If I ever see you cross my life, just consider you would lose everything. I mean it, So don't play with me ever." I warned and stormed out of the bar.