My Hero Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Make Me Yours (Heron’s Landing Book 3) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

However, none came to her rescue. She bravely saved her brother, but couldn't save herself.

"But then, I met you. Because of you, I made it home safe and healthy. That was when I realized that those words weren't absolute. I could fight back." At the end of the letter, Willow left me with one final message. "Thank you for giving me courage. I finally broke free from a fate that was never meant to be mine, and I'm living the life I want. I hope you'll always get to live the life you choose too."

" Sara was sentenced to five years. Her role in inciting the crime was fully established. On the day the verdict was handed down, I signed the divorce agreement. There were no assets left to divide because I had signed the very apartment the Austin siblings had schemed so desperately to steal over as a donation. I gave it to the Young Scientists Foundation under Michael's name. When Azaria learned of this, she called me and offered only a brief sentence, "Thank you." That Distinguished Merit Medal sat safely on the bookshelf in my office. Every day, before I put on my white coat, I took a moment to look at it. "In Service of the People, Michael Ellis, 1972." 50 years ago, a 29-year-old man w

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

Every scene carried his voice, his touch, his presence. Victor was everywhere. My phone rang suddenly, cutting through the silence. Linda’s name flashed across the screen. I answered on the second ring. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound normal. “I just finished reading the new chapters,” she said, her voice already full of excitement. “Iris, this book is going to be huge. I mean it. The hero is unforgettable.” I tightened my grip on the phone. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “Seriously, where did he come from?” she continued. “He feels too real to be made up. The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at her. It feels like he exists somewhere.”

"Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories." I blinked, caught off guard by the way that stung. He was seven. Just seven. But sometimes he spoke like he had lived through a thousand heartbreaks. "What are you looking for this time?" I asked, crouching beside him as he scanned the shelves like a detective. He picked up a thick book with a dragon on the cover. "I want something with a hero who's a misfit. Someone everyone thinks is weak but turns out to be the strongest. Because... I think I'm like that."

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.

I sighed in relief, continuing after a second of pause. “I have a crush on Shawn Mendes and on every hero of my book. I guess on villains too. The Billionaire trope is my favourite. But God forbid, I never saw any handsome billionaire in my life, like described in the books. And then came you, the perfect book hero or villain maybe. Arrogant asshole, billionaire, hot as fuck and already hating on me. Cally used to say that we have kinda enemies to lovers trope going on. You- I was so lost telling him about my weird interests and crushes that almost screamed when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.