Leave Me Alone Heroines Novels & Stories

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Serena replied softly, “Neither will I. That’s the difference.” After he left, Serena sat alone for a long time. Not shaken. Finished. Some chapters closed not with confrontation but with clarity. That evening, Leo read a draft section over her shoulder. “You’re not the hero in this,” he observed. “No,” Serena agreed. “Heroes invite imitation without understanding.” “What are you, then?” She considered the question. “A witness,” she said. “And a warning.” Leo smiled. “That’s better.” Ethan brought her tea as she worked late.

I say. “It is. But do you know why we called you here?” I shake my head. “Alpha Dominic and I reviewed the results of the tests you took years ago, along with your academic history.” His gaze settles on me. “You’re exactly the mind we’ve been hoping to bring onto this team, Alessia Stone. We would like you to join the project.” Before I can respond, Alpha Dominic moves. He steps toward me, closing the distance with calm, deliberate strides. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you face-to-face,” he says, his voice smooth as polished stone. “I’ve heard a great deal about you since you became Maximillian Steele’s Luna.”

To leave while I still could. It told me the pack would be better without me. I fought against it, and my wolf growled at it, but it refused to disappear. It was the cowardly side of me demanding to be heard. This time, though, it wasn't telling me to run alone like before. It was telling me to take Elara and Kael with me. We could disappear and leave Pinecrest Valley to deal with its own problems. I had never truly wanted to become alpha anyway. Suddenly my phone rang, pulling me out of those dark thoughts. I quickly stepped into the hallway so I wouldn't wake Elara and answered it.

The way those clothes clung to her body like they were specially made for her and she smelled nice too, that fruity smile. Being the asshole that I am, I decided to push her buttons just to spite her. It was fun watching her fight back. Little Abigail Howard got claws, just like that of a kitten that has being cornered. I enjoyed watching her fight back but if there was one thing I was good at us, it was hiding my emotions.

Returning to the living room she noticed that the door of her apartment was open, she should take care of it better, even more being a woman alone in a city that she didn't know very well, she walked to close the door and then decided that she would eat something, she opened the freezer to see exactly what was there, according to her father he had bought some lunch boxes from a nearby restaurant for her to eat during the week, this way she wouldn't have to worry about preparing food to take to lunch much less prepare something when she got home after work for dinner, everything was organized in the freezer with the labels of the date of manufacture and expiration, as she would not have to wo

“My senses have never been wrong. It was my mother who first told me that I had the gift of the senses, which is why she taught me the ways of the witches. When she died, I joined them. But I knew she was going to die a week before she did. I felt her heart, and it was too weak to carry on.” “I’m sorry about your mom.” “Don’t be.” Layla gave a small smile, “The mourning phase is long over. Besides, I had an advantage by being able to prepare myself.” “The sisters, do they know or suspect anything?” Layla shook her head. “Do you think I can leave for the day? I swear I won’t be running away.” Layla chuckled, “Of course you can leave. The sisters themselves haven’t been here since after dinner

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

, I asked trying to make her come back from earth as she stood frozen. "It's nice to meet you Beta Zayn, I am Winter Steel this her is Carly Webster sister to greyson Webster our new Gamma" I said composing my self and showing no weakness, both my brother and I were trained when we were young not to show any weaknesses to anyone, "mmm Carly" those words rolled out of his mouth as if he was trying to taste every single alphabet, "um if you don't mind beta Zayn can I take my friend to the celebration outside" I asked politely