Is This Hero For Real Novels & Stories

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

He looked like he had just stepped into the middle of a fire. And next to him? Mateo. Smirking. Like he'd just won the final round of a war I never knew I was a part of. "Your hero's here to take you home," Mateo said with a mocking tilt of his head. Something inside me snapped. I shot to my feet like a live wire, tears forgotten, rage taking their place. "You!" I growled, storming toward Roman like a woman possessed. "You fake, cold-blooded, manipulative bastard!"

"I'm not a fake heir. You've got it wrong." Didn't matter. The live chat tore me apart. [This streamer is wild. We really got front-row seats to rich family drama. First time seeing a fake heir get exposed live.] [They all say "you got it wrong" at first. Give it a sec, he's gonna start begging.] [Yeah I've seen enough. He looks fine but he's def a fraud.] [Look at him. Dude's pathetic. Kinda deserved. Wait—the streamer's the real Lombardo heir? Aight my bad, respect.]

"Like I'm real." The words hit Marcus like a fist to the sternum. He should have let go. Should have pulled away, put distance between himself and this impossible man with his ice-cold skin, his silver eyes and his complete absence in mirrors. Instead, his thumb moved in a slow circle against Silas's wrist, feeling the texture of skin that shouldn't exist. "Are you?" Marcus whispered. "Real?" Silas's eyes darkened. "What do you think?" "I think you don't have a pulse. I think you don't breathe right. I think you cast no reflection and staff members look through you like you're not there." Marcus's hand trembled against Silas's wrist. "I think you're dead."

The video showed exactly how Robert had cornered and threatened me, proving that the entire stabbing incident was a self-inflicted hoax and I had nothing to do with it. The moment the clip ended, public opinion flipped on a dime. The neighbors who had just been backing him up instantly turned on him. "So you were a cheating scumbag all along? You were unfaithful first, and after being dumped, you kept harassing your ex-wife. When she refused to get back together, you started defaming her? How can someone be so heartless!"

I replied and I was about to reach his hand, when suddenly Hero held my hand. "Hi, Young Master Hero, you're great playing basketball," Richard said politely. How did he know about Hero as a master, I was wondering. Hero just looked at him in seconds. "How do you know him?" I asked him in a low voice. "Oh, he is famous. Heard his name always although its my first time to see him personally," Richard softly said. "Oh, I see," my quick answer. "What year are you, Sharyn?" Richard asked with interest but pissing off Hero.

He hugged his head and sobbed, completely falling apart. Then, as if grasping for control, he reached for his phone. He had to find out where I went. He was about to call his assistant when his phone lit up with another incoming call. It was Marie. Her pitiful voice oozed with fake fragility. "Mr. Grant… My tummy’s been hurting suddenly. Can you come with me to the hospital?" Charlie snarled, "Get lost." He hung up without hesitation, disgusted by the sound of her pretentious voice.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

"You alright?" "Yes, I'm fine." "I will definitely kill that bastard when we meet again!" Miggy swore angrily. "Is it true?" Hero's friends turned to Darwin simultaneously. Only then did they notice the young man. "What truth?" Lance asked confusedly, looking at Hero again. "That Hero killed his girlfriend? Was that why he is here at Casa de Oro--because he escaped from his case in Manila?" "What did you say?" Miggy asked angrily and immediately rushed to Darwin, grabbing the latter's collar.