Is This Hero For Real Novels & Stories

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

I shouted quickly. Adipati took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "You know? I was bullied in high school; they abused me and took a video of me half-naked. It's a very horrible memory. They even spread the video; luckily, now no one has it because Kenan has cleaned up everything! From the story, You should know just this, right? How much Kenan means to me?" Hearing my story, Adipati's expression immediately turned somber. "I'll only consider him a hero, not someone I love, so... don't worry! I've prepared a special place for you in my heart!" I smiled so broadly in front of Adipati, making the man slowly soften and smile.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

"It belongs to my brother's best friend. It belongs to Daddy. No one else gets to stretch it like this." Hero growled and flipped them again without pulling out. He hooked her knees over his elbows, folded her nearly in half, and started pounding down into her with the full weight of his body. The position let him go impossibly deep. Doe's mouth fell open in a continuous stream of filthy, broken sounds. "Look at you," he rasped. "Folded in half and still begging for more cock. Jake has no idea his sweet little sister takes dick like a professional whore." "I only take yours," she gasped. "Only yours. Harder. Please, fuck me harder."

Her hands found my shoulders, her fingers pressing into the tension in my muscles. “August asked me today if you are a hero,” she whispered, her fingers working on a knot of tension. I closed my eyes. “What did you tell him?” “I told him that heroes are complicated. I told him you are the strongest person I know. And that you keep us safe.” Her hands stopped. “Was that the right truth?” I opened my eyes and looked at her. In the dim light, her face was a mask of vulnerability and strength, a combination only she possessed.

And I didn't sign the damn waiver! Hero realizes that he can call his bodyguard right now and have these two women - who he never even wanted to touch in the first place - to be thrown out. But then, the Resort would miss the chance of hiring such willing females while he would miss out on this unique but strange opportunity to realize a fantasy… He starts to play a scene in his head, as a pair of feminine hands fishes out his still limp tackle and as a pair of wet lips start sucking on one of his nipples.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

" No, I am perfectly alright... But have you ever seen your self in the mirror? I mean look at yourself beautiful and glowing skin, evenly fair skin tone and long black silky and shiny hair. You are perfect to be my model." Well he is right... But I don't want her to be his model or anything. I don't mind her being his sister-in-law though. " Oh ! Please Siddharth, stop this nonsense, I don't want to be any model. Don't tease me please. " " I am absolutely serious, beautiful. I am a Dermatologist and you are perfect for me. " he said with a smile. What??? How dare he say that she is perfect for him?? I will surely beat him now. I glared at him. I will handle him once we reach home. She is pe

My eyes widened as I threw my gaze back to myself. Hero slowly withdrew his hand and just stood there, looking at me with a playful smirk in his face. He leisurely moved his mascular arms and folded it across his broad chest. He might have been handsome and perfect match for Alyana if they're not cousins. He was tall and fit, with dark black hair combed expertly away from his well molded face. His eyeglasses were hooked on his shirt.