My Hero Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I saw you leave the café. I wanted to check on you.” Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, a familiar comfort amidst her chaos. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. Hero stepped closer, his brow furrowing. “You don’t look fine. I can tell something’s wrong. Please, talk to me.” His sincerity made her chest tighten further, and for a moment, she felt the urge to spill everything—the pain, the rumors, the feeling of being trapped.

“Stace, promise me if they catch up with us that you won’t try and be the hero. I need you to run and not look back. It’s me that they want.” “And you are a part of me. You’re the part I can’t live without.” Tears fill my eyes and he kisses my hand again. “We will go back to the hotel and tonight we hit the high rollers room and get those passports.” I nod as the rain comes down around us, bringing with it a sense of doom. The end is coming and I know that soon, I will either kill my father… or I’ll be killed. Either is a nightmare. God, help me.

If only Dora wasn't a coward… I went to his room, it was devastating, but I knew it was worth it, I heard that hero is the strongest class, so he will definitely become a famous man, right? Money can make the ugliest man a bigwig, so... I'll just have to be the princess who kisses a toad. He greeted me with his perverted smile, look at him so happy. You don't mind doing this to your partner, I may be horrible but at least I'm not as delusional. I drank as much as I could only to pass out quickly, this will probably be the worst time of my life. But I will never be hungry again.

Jasmine’s POV The moon hung low in the sky, basking Hero’s skin with zebra stripes. His legs were kicking high, the corners of his mouth morphing into a toothless smile. “My little hero,” I kissed his forehead, and he kicked his legs even harder, mirroring excitement. I cradled him against my chest, putting my breast in his mouth while I stroked his hair. On my vanity drawer my phone screen lit up. I didn't want to move, because Hero was already on his way to sleep land.

“You know she is. She left! She’s weak—” My hand slammed into the nearby dresser, wood splintering beneath my fist. “Get the hell out of my suite Maerina ” I snarled. “And if I hear you call her weak again, you won’t be waking up in my bed next time, you’ll be waking up in the cells.” Maerina flinched and left the room. I took a deep breath, then turned back to Ayla, gently brushing a leaf from her cheek. “She’s my mate,” I whispered. “And I failed her once.”

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

Both of them were naked and climbing into the jacuzzi. I froze. Not that it was a bad sight. They were both in great shape. Hero had dark hair, dark eyes, and smooth olive skin. Usher was fairer, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and a few freckles. I had seen Hero naked before, of course. He was my flatmate and an occasional fuck buddy. But I glanced at Usher. Damn! My pussy throbbed. This was going to be an interesting evening. "Hope you don't mind if we join you," Hero said, giving me a clearly devious little smile.

“I’m not a hero, I can assure you. I’m the complete opposite.” He was wrong. I was staring up at one. He just didn’t want to believe it. “You’re my hero.” “I’m very flattered,” he said, trying to brush it off, but I wouldn’t let him. I kept my grip on his arm. “I mean it, Julian. I’m not joking. You’re a hero.” I laughed. “Better than any romance story I’ve read, and I’ve read a lot of them.” “Yes, well, that’s probably because I’ve swept you into my own depravity. I shouldn’t take advantage of your gratitude.”

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

They were talking about someone else—the beautiful, perfect heroine, Nate’s so-called true love. “If I remember right, today’s the day our male lead finally meets his true love—our one and only heroine, Alyssa.” “That’s right! Alyssa is Nate’s new recruit at the casino, a top financial graduate from NYU! Isabella could have her way with Nate, but compared to our heroine, she’s just a trophy wife.” “Exactly. Nate couldn’t even discuss his work with her. Isabella wouldn’t understand a word. But Alyssa? She can talk to him, really connect. True soulmates.”