Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

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."

He looks in his mid-thirties, like Riggs. "My name is Ah Puch or Yum Cimil. Originally, anyway. Nowadays, I go by Jericho or Jericó." His eyes narrow on me. "What do you want?" "Your mother tried to shield you from her life as an assassin, and yet you became a Death Kings mercenary. You had so much potential, but this is the path you chose. I can respect that you chose this path for love and preservation." "You don't know anything about me," I snarl. "Now…What. Do. You. Want," I grind out. There is no way he should know so much about me. It's not public knowledge that the Death Kings are mercenaries.

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

Before I knew it, we are both naked with him positioning between my legs. “Remember when you touched me?” he whispered on my ear. I nodded. “I’m returning the favor, love.” We made love. We have been through all those tough times and the fact that we’ve been through it means something. Being a half human doesn’t make me any less of a hero. Just because you seem powerless doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. I, myself, am an example. We work, we save, we rejoice. At the end of the day, we saved the Crimson Crest.

Thinking this, Hoss no longer hesitated and agreed directly, "Deal!" He looked at Hero, his expression growing more serious. He pondered out loud, "Mr. Hero, if you dare to deceive me, I guarantee you'll die a tragic death!" Murderous intent emanated from him, clearly showing that his words were not empty threats. He had long heard that Hero was a ruthless character who would not hesitate to sacrifice others to achieve his goals. "Don't worry, I've always been aboveboard. As long as you cooperate obediently, I definitely won't harm a friend!" Hero laughed heartily.

Hercules added. A dead hush befell the scene. After a few seconds, the leader of the Houston family gritted his teeth and was clenching both his fists. Despite his fingernails digging deep into his flesh, he still felt no pain at all. "Lucas the Demon!" "Sir, Lucas the Demon really is a bully!" One elder of the Houston family roared. "Sir, we, the Houston family, will for sure avenge Yicky. I will not believe the fact that Lucas the Demon is the strongest person in Holy Land!" Another elder roared as well.

“We’ve done a lot. You believed in me when I doubted myself—when I thought I wasn’t cut out for this role.” Eric shrugged, running a hand through his short hair. “Because I knew you were more than the fights. More than the duty. You were courage in flesh and bone—tempered by honor and a strange kind of mercy.” He paused. “I’ve followed you into a hundred battles. I’d do it again.” Ryker’s gaze softened. “I didn’t expect that from you. Not always—the mercy part.”