Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

"It's the truth, Jovie. When has your dad ever fibbed to you?" Jovie's face lit up with her usual sweet smile. She wrapped her arms around Liam's neck, bubbling with excitement. "Yep, my daddy's no clumsy bear. He's the best, my very own superhero!" Liam, carrying Jovie's pink backpack in one hand and holding her with the other, called out with a laugh, "Off we go! Jovie's personal superhero is on duty to take her to school!" Outside their cozy yard, a sleek black military vehicle stood, reserved for the top brass of the Biskeland war zone, the battle flag waving proudly.

“I’m not… that. I did a job. For you.” “You did the job,” Anton corrected, his gaze steady. “You uncovered a truth that saved more than a company. You saved markets from manipulation, you saved lives from the Consortium’s next targets, you saved the truth from being buried forever. You did it with skill that borders on artistry, and you did it for the right reasons. What do you call that, if not heroic?”

She's definitely a damsel and am pretty lucky she's my mate. "So Damien,I've got a question" we both lean on a tree stump. "Ride on?" I await "Do you feel traitor to your pack for defending a Huntress at grey's birthday" she ask. Obvious she feels scared and insecure. "Definitely not Kara. I feel a hero because I risked my life rescuing the most important person in my life" I pull her closer,she blush. "Do you feel insecure?" I return the question. "You aren't then definitely am not" she responds.

My strength came back like I was never involved in a fight and almost dying, the wolfsbane should have me passed out with rashes all over or dead by now but here I am safe and sound. Are the rogues more dangerous than me? Am I the monster everyone should be wary of and not the rogues?! “Why should I help you, filthy traitor?” Morpheus spat the words out with hatred laced in his tone. I cast my face down in anger and embarrassment. He scammed the area for a short while before standing to his feet. “This is not a proper encounter. Survive this and let’s see what you got. You can’t be serious about coming here to prove nothing when you are this weak” he said staring me down with a proud face.

Huffing, I flung her aside, "Get the fuck out, you all. Get out!!" I was enraged, not for them though, but for the fact that I couldn't perform like every other fucking man on the planet. I watched them scurry away. It had been one thing I never really understood for years. No matter how hard I tried...I never got it right. I had everything I ever wanted. I possess any and every dangerous, ruthless weapon I could lay my hands on. I am the most feared, ruthless Mafia in the country. So, why the fuck can't I perform?

"Where did you guys even come from? Are you real soldiers or just extras? "Let me tell you, impersonating military personnel is a crime! Conner hired you guys, didn't he? How much is he paying you? I'll double it!" With a tight expression, the general pulled an ID badge from his chest pocket, flipped it open, and held it right in front of Edward's eyes. It was a black leather case bearing a gleaming gold federal shield, engraved with three bold words—"Military Prosecutor's Office". "Take a good look." Edward squinted at it, then smirked. "You can buy stuff like that online for 50 bucks."

Christiana said making Amanda laugh. "Then the other is women who are actually inspired by their men. When I met James during that interview I was honestly really inspired by him and wanted to do better for myself. Now he even supports and motivates me, do you get? So intimidated? Nahhh." Christiana explained answering her on own questions. James smiled proud of her and himself. "That's deep... How did you feel seeing those comments online calling you a hoe, gold digger and other hateful comments?" "I want to say I was a bad bitch and didn't let it affect me but I can't." Christiana said and Amanda chuckled. "Whyy?"

"Henry, that bastard! He relies on his superior fighting abilities and acts recklessly. He must've heard that Mr. Levy liked Lydia, so he beat up and threatened him." "That's right. He might've even threatened Mr. Levy's life, so Mr. Levy was terrified of him." "A person of such noble status shouldn't fight with a scumbag like Henry and lose his life. To survive, he had to humiliate himself." "Yes. Despite the humiliation of crawling under one's crotch, he remains a truthful man. Many warriors faced similar humiliation before achieving success." "Yes, many great heroes went through humiliation, yet they were still great heroes." "Yes, in my opinion, Eric is similar to those great heroes."

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake

A dozen times in a dozen ways with every kind of person. The kind of people Aegis hired were heroes. People who stepped up to the plate to do hard jobs-and save people. Marco wouldn't call him on it because chances were, Marco would do exactly what Luke was if their situations reversed. Lord pity the woman Marco ever decided to help. The man was a bull with plenty of screws lose, but he was a good guy. Just a little fucked up, like the rest of them. Luke climbed the stairs to the third floor and turned toward their room.