My Hero Fanfic Novels & Stories

I held my breath, afraid to make a sound. "Oh my gosh. This is nerve-wracking! The heroine is about to be found! Poor thing." "If only the hero shows up now. He could've protected her." "I can't watch this. It's too cruel. I'll come back when the hero shows up in his revenge arc." "The hero is still at home, sleeping. Although he lives in the same building, he barely knows the heroine at this stage. How could she possibly call for help?" "If only she texts him on WhatsApp… He's totally in love with her. He's even set a special notification ringtone for her. That'll definitely save her!"

Matt kissed me unexpectedly and he drawback to look at me, "I love you, Kate. I love you and I love you so much. Sorry about what happened last time. I was not a trick, I love you, My Nightingale." I kissed him myself, a kiss under the rain remembered me and made me certain about something. 'Maybe, he is the real Hero my mother said she has met before.' I guessed. "I love you, My Hero." "So it's really, you?" he cried and carried me on his back, while I held the umbrella! Since his mother wasn't the killer, I had no fear of loving him.

The bond roared awake. Not fully formed. Not complete. But undeniable. Images flashed in her mind. Moonlight. Running beside him. His scent surrounding her. His arms around her. A future she had never allowed herself to imagine. She tore herself away like his touch burned. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice shaking. Xander looked just as affected. His breathing was heavier now. His eyes darker. “I did nothing,” he said. “This is nature.” “This is a nightmare.” She turned and fled the café before anyone could stop her.

I searched other w*****n sites including my shopping sites, all of them didn’t exist. Back to square one. I was pissed! Really pissed and I had to direct the anger to someone else. I hated Avri’s family for locking me up here, I hated Avri for being such a clumsy pushover but my greatest hate belongs to Alpha Killian, if he hadn’t rejected Avri harshly, I wouldn’t have made that damn bet and end up here in the first place. In my story, Alpha Killian was the total villain. After sulking for many more days, I started scrolling through the laptop, in order to understand this life better. There were so many interesting informations but my focus had been on pack politics and of course hockey.

He believed his heart died on that snowy battlefield. "No," Kieran said softly, breaking the long silence in the room. He turned around slowly to face his two best friends, his golden eyes filled with a raw, ancient pain. "It doesn't feel like Clara at all." Marcus tilted his head. "What do you mean?" "With Clara, it was a beautiful, steady love," Kieran explained, his voice cracking slightly with the memory. "We grew up together. We chose each other because we respected and cared for one another. It was a conscious choice to build a life. But this... this girl in my dreams..." He paused, his heart thumping hard against his ribs. "This is different, Marcus. This is the fated bond. It isn't a

Zekiel’s expression darkened further at Hero’s words. “I don’t care about her anymore. You were the one who said I’ve been searching for years with no results. What matters is who’s here now, Hero. Venice is finally within my reach—I won’t let her go. Mark my words, you idiot—I love her more than I love myself.” Hero stared at Zekiel in shock. He had never heard him speak like this before, especially when the topic of Zayne’s mother usually made him furious, insisting she belonged only to him.

I knew I cared about him but I don’t know if I love him! “Darling you aren’t meant to feel this way for him, well I guess u can feel bad he is in danger because of you I understand that!.” Zemia went on with a meek tone. “Stop it!!, I don’t know who you are!.You can’t claim me and yes I believe Aiden is my mate and the man I want to be with!.” I replied For the first time I saw him move, he was taller than Aiden, with long straight legs and arms, his curly jet black hair and diamonds for eyes. He strolled across the room.

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

He always said that one day, we would have our ceremony and become true mates. It turned out he was lying from the very beginning. He wasn't a Beta; he was an Alpha. He wasn't coming back to claim me; he was already sharing his throne. I curled up on the floor, crying until my throat was raw, until my whole body shook with spasms. In the portrait on the wall, Declan gazed at Celeste with a look of pure, adoring love. The same look he once gave me when he said: “Aria, in my heart, nothing is more important than you.”

The scent of aged paper, the glossy sheen of polished wood, the quiet whispers of pages turning—it was the one place where the world didn’t demand anything from me. Here, I could breathe. Here, I wasn’t the girl constantly scrutinizing every choice. I was just… me. But peace never lasted long. Because every time I walked into the halls, I saw him. Jake Blaze. Dark hair, leather jacket, fists that solved everything except his own anger issues. The guy who never passed up a chance to make my day worse and somehow still managed to look stupidly good doing it. I hated that my eyes always found him. I hated even more how my heartbeat changed when they did.