My Hero Academia Romance Novels & Stories

It was ridiculous and exactly what I’d been missing. For weeks, my hero had been flat, nothing more than a shadow on the page. But now? Now he was alive. He smirked. He teased. He looked at my heroine with that guarded warmth Ace had, the kind that said, I don’t want to care, but damn it, I do. And my heroine sparkled too. She rambled in two languages, scribbled in her notebook mid-conversation, and called him out for being cranky. She wasn’t trudging through mud anymore, she was running, chasing, laughing.

He ducked his head and I realized I'd embarrassed him and it was adorable, this big tough hockey player blushing because I'd called him beautiful. "Now who's being cute?" I teased. "Shut up." "Make me." And he did, with his lips. It was softer this time and sweeter, his hand cupped my face and I melted into it, let him take control, let myself just feel without thinking too much about what it all meant. How my heart feels so big, I think it might explode. Ace takes my breath away in the best possible way, and I wish all these were different. Which we were different. I pushed the thoughts away, now wasn't the time.

Nikki blushed at the sudden compliment. “Thank you…” she smiled softly in response. The young man smiled happily at her before awkwardly waving to her as he turned to leave the classroom. She laughed lightly as she waved back. Nikki did not notice Thorn watching her interact with the male classmate. With the room nearly empty, he had heard the young man calling her beautiful. The professor grinded his teeth as he seethed with anger.

I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies. “Are you talking about “The Notebook” and “Titanic”?” “No, Superman.” I spit quickly, while he looks at me strangely, thinking I've lost my mind. “When I was a little girl, I saw Superman with my parents and I thought it was the most romantic movie.” I commented to him, going back to my childhood and remembering the moment I saw the movie. “Isn't Superman an action movie?” He asks me thoughtfully. “Yes,” I respond quickly. “In the second half, the villain fires missiles and causes an earthquake. The woman Superman loves is buried and dies. Superman could save the world, but not the woman he loved.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

"The whole school is sending you love letters today." "It’s just a nice message, Jax," I said. I bumped his shoulder with mine, feeling the hard plastic of his pads. "Don't start getting jealous on me.” "Me? Jealous? Never," Jax grinned. He picked up a roll of black tape and started fixing the grip on his own stick. "But seriously, Sebastian was saying the same thing in the cafeteria. That second goal you scored is all over the school’s social media pages. You’re officially the hero of Northwood again. Back on top Golden Boy."

Ouch " I complained then looked at him with my eyes flashing. That hurts I yell at him. I know, now I have forgiven you Micah said with a laugh. Well now I am angry with you. I said as I brushed past him. I walked towards my classroom which Jake was standing in front. Alyssa... He started but a throat was cleared behind my back. I don't even need to turn to know that it was my best friend, always backing me up and dealing with the unpleasantness. I love him for that. Whatever girl he is in love with will be forever happy. Sorry. He said as he retracted the hand he was bringing towards me to touch me. If he had touched me I would have given him a slap that would make history in this school a

Akira laughs at my jokes; I mean really my jokes aren't the least bit funny. Through her laughter, Akira seems to have trouble replying, "Cadma, I'm pretty sure it's more than that. It's like the gods see us and somehow, they take a part of our soul with their wolf. A male and a female are created. This way, they are both the same soul, and only true love and perfection can be found when they are bonded. You're empty without that soulmate."

It still was excitingly beautiful to have her sitting across from him, actually in Japan. The most romantic music played in the background. Adonis stood up taking Aiko by the hand, as he escorted her to the middle of the floor to dance with him. He wrapped his hands around her waist with his fingers laying across the roundness of her backside. Oh, he wanted to take hold of it, possess every inch of her body but he couldn’t. He put his hand on the upper part of her back. Aiko wrapped her arms tight around his neck gazing at his hypnotic eyes and blonde hair that made him look even more manly and sexier than before.

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