Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

“Grateful.” The way he said it, like a confession, like he’d been waiting for this, sent an uninvited shiver down her spine. She ignored it, reaching for the wine glass he offered. Their fingers brushed, sparking heat that lingered even after she pulled away. “To honesty,” he said. She tilted her head. “Honesty doesn’t seem like your strong suit.” His gaze lingered on the deep neckline of her dress before snapping back to her eyes. “Only because most people can’t handle it.”

He said it so casually I wanted to scream. I turned away, mortified beyond belief, pressing both hands to my cheeks to hide the nuclear explosion happening there, “You’re such a jerk.” “I’m honest.” He replied, shrugging, “You walked right into it.” “You lured me into it!” I whipped around, still red-faced, “You manipulated the entire moment like a… Like a dramatic soap villain!” “Not true.” He held up a hand, smirking, “I’m more of a charming antihero.”

she sips her coffee, "and the rest of the night, did it go as you wanted?" I shake my head, "no, it started out okay," I sigh, remembering how he kissed every scar on my body, how he looked at me with such desire, after taking in every single flaw on display. I shrug, "I freaked out and my mind threw me back into hell." I look at her and she shows no emotions so I continue, "Braddock was wonderful, he proved beyond any shadow of doubt to me how he truly feels and just how safe I am with him." She puts her coffee down, "Charlie, you're giving Braddock all the credit, but don't sell yourself short on this You proved how courageous and strong you are to let yourself be in such a vulnerable st

This was a lose-lose situation. If I said I liked it, Sean would think I was greedy and that I was working with Steve. If I said I didn't like it, I would seem fake. Caleb analyzed the situation quickly. 'Say that you're not worthy of it. Make it sound like you're beneath everyone else.' I bit my lower lip and gently shook my head. "It's too valuable." My voice was soft. It carried a hint of humility and fear. "I-I'm just someone who's here to give you children. I'm not worthy of something this precious."

Carefully then, he reached for my hand and pressed the back of it against his cheek. “You fool,” His voice broke. Holding back his tears stubbornly, he spoke to me in a coarse voice, “You reckless woman, you don't get to play hero here.” Overcome by strong, powerful emotions, my lips parted to grin at him. My heartbeat hadn’t relieved the pressure in my chest, but I appreciated the hints of relief and joy it provided me. “Your job is to heal people.” Alan croaked out, “Who’s going to heal me if you’d died?”

“Why are you helping me?” “I just don’t want someone I know dying on the streets.” “Thank you. What’s your name?”? She asked him this time not offended “My name is Leo Fernandez. You? What’s your name?” “My name is Mercy Jackson,” she said, facing the other men while Leo faced another on the right. “Can we be friends when this is over?” She asked eventually “Mmmmh,” He agreed without much hesitation. He attacked the man he was facing fiercely. He did not wait for him to take the offensive side. They say if you want to defeat your enemy, take the first lead

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.

Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”

Thud! Beresford and the others could only watch in disbelief as the once high-and-mighty Micah dropped to his knees without hesitation. "Greetings, Mr. Representative! Everything that happened tonight is all just a misunderstanding! It's our fault… We're blind to greatness when we see it… We shouldn't have caused trouble here, and we shouldn't have disrespected Ms. Lanny! We sincerely hope you'll give us a chance to make things right." It was at this moment that Micah finally understood. Resistance was futile against a living legend like Harvey. He could forget about doing anything to Harvey—especially when the legendary top True Warrior in Lost City only survived three rounds against him.

“…they shot him. They would have hurt me, too, if it wasn’t for Micah. He was amazing. Like someone you’d see in an action movie.” Maleah shakes her head in disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now?” Shaking my head, I rub my hand over my forehead to relieve the tension. “No, I’m not. Micah messed those men up without breaking a sweat.” She pushes back in her seat with a snort. “Holy shit, girl, I’m so glad you’re okay. It looks like you have an alpha male on your hands. A real badass.”