My Hero Fanfic Novels & Stories

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

I shouted quickly. Adipati took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "You know? I was bullied in high school; they abused me and took a video of me half-naked. It's a very horrible memory. They even spread the video; luckily, now no one has it because Kenan has cleaned up everything! From the story, You should know just this, right? How much Kenan means to me?" Hearing my story, Adipati's expression immediately turned somber. "I'll only consider him a hero, not someone I love, so... don't worry! I've prepared a special place for you in my heart!" I smiled so broadly in front of Adipati, making the man slowly soften and smile.

she replied, and with that, their lips collided again. He arranged her on the mattress, and in there, their passion collided into soaring heights, whispered sweet nothings, shared heaving breaths, exchanged moaning words of delight and with the moon as the sole witness and a couple of thousand fireworks exploding up in the sky. The End **** Thank you for reading this story, my dear readers. This is the first story ever that I made twelve years ago. ^_^' I recommend you to read, The Alpha King's Claim, My Demon Butler Serves Me and My Scythe-Wielding Husband, if you haven't yet. They have strong heroines and equally strong and handsome male leads if you're looking for that. Take care!

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.

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

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.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m expanding my vocabulary.” His grip on my hand tightened and his eyes misted over with soft affection. “You've also never told Kieran you don’t belong to him.” I bit my lip. The original heroine was sweet, devoted to Rowan, but torn by the mate bond with Kieran, although she never outright rejected him. I’d been here less than an hour and already flipped the script. That single thought kept growing in my head till it became even more troubling, If this was an alternate universe of some fictional book world, what would happen if someone were to change the story? What happens when I reach the end?

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

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir