My Hero One Shot Novels & Stories

And he grabbed his chair and hit two men with a quick movement. Malik took his gun and shot three of them. I took the knife and stabbed one of them and I hit the other with a bottle formed by glass. I dunno but I felt nothing when I'm killing them is like kicking the bad people's ass. Malik turned the table so we could hide under it. He threw a gun to me when I realized someone is sneaking behind him, aiming at him and I shot that one on his head saving Malik's life " My hero... Nice shot Pete."

Daniel led me to the dance floor where we had Hero by Enrique Iglesias . Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Or would you run and never look back? Would you cry if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight? Would you tremble if I touched your lips? Or would you laugh? Oh please tell me this Now would you die for the one you love? Oh hold me in your arms tonight I can be your hero baby I can kiss away the pain I will stand by you forever You can take my breath away Would you swear that you'll always be mine

I hit her with my right fist and used my left hand to grip the gun she had in her holster. She pulled out another blade, and I pulled out her gun at the same time. She slammed the knife down just as I jerked my head to the side. I kneed her in the stomach and pushed her over. Then, gun in hand, I jumped up quickly, undoing the safety as I aimed it at her face. "For my people." She screamed, charging at me, not caring that I had a gun pointed directly at her. I didn't hesitate to pull the trigger shooting her right between the eyes. My ears rang from the loud bang, and I panted heavily as I watched her drop to the ground.

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.

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.

I could see them glinting. One shot. That's all it would take. One silver bullet to Damien's back and he'd go down and I'd be free, right?

Clamping my eyes shut, an involuntary whimper leaves my lips. "Shoot her," he says, simply. A gasp leaves my lips again, but I still refuse to look up. My shrill scream echoes around the room as the gun is fired and a bullet is fired near my foot. I collapse in a heap on the floor and let out cry of pain. Bringing my foot closer to my body, I can feel unending tears streaming down my face. "Now," the Alpha whispers, as he lowers himself to a crouch beside me, "Look at me or you lose your foot."

But I don't have time to listen to his reply because the bastard target finally steps out on the patio—alone, and I have zero point one seconds to make my move, or I might lose the first shot he's given me. I watch him close the door behind him and wait with bated breath as he turns around, giving me the target of his forehead, bringing his phone to his ear, which is when I inhale, pulling the trigger, my bullet landing right between the bastard's eyes, he staggers backwards as a single line of blood trickles down his forehead. I know instantly he's dead as needed, a thrill of euphoria dancing through me. "Good one, sir," Luke grins at me like a boy who's been given candy as I pull my gun ba

“This isn’t about turning you into a killer, Alessia. It’s about giving you a choice. If something happens and I’m not there—” “Don’t say that.” “But if it does… I want you to have a chance. I want you to have the option to fight.” She was quiet for a long time. Then: “One shot.” I blinked. “What?” She turned her head slightly. “One bullet. One shot. That’s all I’ll do.” I stared at her. Then nodded. “Deal.” I walked to the bench, retrieved one single round, and loaded it. “Ready?” I asked, holding the gun out.

"We should retreat, Mr. Hero!" The Webers' guards quickly came over to protect Hero. "Do you think you're able to stop me, you rascals?!" Hoss roared. Immense power shot out from his finger, which had a gold ring on it. It shot through the chests and abdomens of many men, who fell dead to the ground. Painful howls were heard echoing through the courtyard. This fight lasted for more than half an hour before ending.