My Home Hero Novels & Stories

"Home. I told you that after Mario left that I would be taking you both home." "But..." I turn around pointing at the house that we just left. "Isn't that your home?" he gives me a gentle smile as Nina rests her head on his shoulder, the sight so pure that it pulls on my heart. "Yes, it's one of them." One of them? I knew he had some money due to the business that he owns but he has more than one home. Is he kidding me? "More than one home?" he nods while I stand still, no doubt resembling a goldfish. "How many do you have? Never mind ignore that question, it's personal. I shouldn't have asked."

she thought to herself "It’s okay, I’m here now," she reassured and rubbed her shoulders tenderly. With a gentle turn of the wheel, Sharon drove away from the approaching darkness of insecurity. She was surprised when Sharon took her to her new home, a mini-mansion. She got even more surprised when she explained how she got it. As she explained her proposition, Emma heart hesitated between desperation and an aggressive need to survive. "What!" she exclaimed after she laid out her plan.

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

He even left his own message: 'I love Mommy and Daddy! His display picture was a group photo of him and Hilda. Baby Hero automatically added Nathan as a friend. Baby Hero: 'Dad!' Nathan was baffled. He is a real robot. He can chat in the gaming group while still battling Hilda in the game. Baby Hero: 'Uncle Kyle, Mr. Doc. Come and play a game of mahjong!' Kyle: 'You have my respect! I'm scared of you. I'm not going to. I'm going to lose my underwear as well at this point.'

Hero took the picture frame from my hands. Hero's voice was hard. “I don't want you touching this. I don't want you near anything that belongs to him. Do you want to take anything from this house before I give it all away to someone else? Another Alpha would be taking over… a good one with a good heart.” I just shook my head. “No,” I said. “I'm done with this place. I don't want anything from here.” Hero kissed the top of my head, really gently. “Okay,” he said. “Then let's go home. We'll leave all this behind.”

How could just any man appear and decide to heartbreak her? He wiped away her tears and looked into her eyes. “Becky, do you believe in Big Brother?“ he asked, pitifully. Becky nodded her head. “Big Brother is the only person that loves me. I trust Big Brother…” she said while trembling. Tom nodded and hugged her tightly. “Big Brother is going to fight for your rights, okay? This is not going to end just like this. Let us go home, okay?“ … When Dave returned home, it was almost dinner time. He rushed straight to his room to clean up. And when he came out, I could not help but smile. “Did something good happen?“ I asked curiously.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Hero pulls something from the small pocket of his suit—a folded piece of paper with a drawing he made himself with crayons. It’s a picture of ours little family: me, Freya, and him, standing in front of a house with the sun shining above us. Freya takes the drawing with trembling hands, her eyes glistening slightly. “Hero… this is wonderful.” Hero grins proudly. “Mommy said home isn’t about a place, it’s about the people in it. So this is our home!”

Blaze muttered. Bryce scratched the back of his head before clearing his throat. “Well…” He looked around awkwardly. “I know someone who can help.” I slowly lifted my eyes. “…Who?” “My cousin.” Immediately, my brows knitted together. “…Aaron.” “No.” The word left my mouth instantly. Bryce sighed as if he had expected that reaction from me. “Just hear me out first.” “I already said no.” “He can get inside.” He insisted. “I don’t care.”

I had no idea how I even got home. I opened the door to find Roddy still on the couch. Staring at my ashen complexion, he sneered, “I told you not to go. You’re only embarrassing yourself.” The remark was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I took large strides over and stood before him. “Roddy.” My voice was terrifyingly still. “Your good neighbor said that they won’t return the money you so willingly gave. She dares you to ask for the money back yourself.”

"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.