No Place For No Hero Novels & Stories

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and if you’re really doing this for her, don’t ever expect anything in return. Finally decided, Hero looks up at Lyra's condo building one more time then leads his motorbike to the building just next to it. He disappears into the underground parking area, reappears at the front desk, gets greeted by the lone guard sitting behind the desk, then finally enters the elevator. The condo unit he enters was obviously newly cleaned. Hero smiles at the fresh smells and neat dustless interior. He was about to take a bath but he realizes that Lyra’s scent was still on his chest, shirt, arms…

My voice completely lost its steadiness, trembling uncontrollably. Stellan was about to walk toward the crate when a bullet suddenly struck his thigh. He collapsed to the ground, and I panicked, grabbing my child and running as far away as I could. … "Honey!" The moment I saw Beckett again, I ran straight into his arms. The three of us clung tightly together. Leaning against him, I felt utterly drained, as if all my strength had vanished. As the police restrained Stellan, I pointed at the metal crate with shaking fingers. "There's someone inside."

My fingerprint had never been given a permanent place in Haiden Buckley's smart lock. He always registered it as temporary access. Whenever he set it up again, he gave me the same reassuring promise. "Come by whenever you want. You're always welcome here." His words sounded generous, yet the result never changed. Whenever I returned to his house, the scanner rejected me with the same message—fingerprint not registered. That day was no different. I stood outside Haiden's front door, watching the scanner flash red after rejecting my fingerprint once again. After staring at it for a moment, I pulled out my phone and called him. Haiden answered almost immediately. His apology came easi

Hero seriously asked with his eyes all to Shasha. "Locate me? Why?" Shasha suddenly felt scared. "Dad sent some people to find you, I did also after I normalized myself. They searched the whole city and town where you are and also the neighboring cities," Hero said still staring at Shasha immensely. "I was in Amadore city in one of its town. They can not recognized me maybe because I cut my hair so short and put big moles on my face. So they are looking at someone with my old pics," she seriously blurted out but smiled.

“The thoughts of yesterday night were flowing into her head over and over again, especially the thought of that guy who spoiled her perfect plan to make the certain drunken man rot in jail just to become some sort of hero. Nowadays who even have time to be a hero. Besides, a hero can't save the innocent or bring justice now. Only money and power can. Now money and power are the truth and the person who holds the most amount of money is the most innocent person of all. The guy was a fool if he thought that sacrificing himself so thoughtlessly, made him a hero. The only thing he did was messing up her flawless plan and getting hurt in the process. Now the world doesn't need some foolish hero b

“Go on then, Crowe, Be the hero, Die for a girl who might not even remember your name tomorrow.” John turned, jaw clenched, eyes burning gold. “I’m not here to be a hero,” he said. Then he stepped forward toward Sarah toward the impossible. Toward the vow. The Hollow roared in response.

I come home for the holidays to find four pairs of slippers beside the shoe cabinet. There's a pair for my dad, Dean Pratt, a pair for my mom, Nancy Kerr, and two pairs for my sister, Luna Pratt, including a spare. Mine isn't there. Although my sister attended school in another state, kept her room exactly as it was. Even her slippers sit by her bedside, waiting for her return. I had been away from home for three years. When I returned, I discovered that my belongings had disappeared one by one. And now, they hadn’t even kept a pair of slippers for me. I stand in the entryway, my feet bare. "Where’s my pair?" Mom pokes her head out. "You hardly ever come back, so I threw them away. The

Their eyes met. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Max smiled. Not triumphantly. Not smugly. Just softly. “You know what I think?” Nate raised an eyebrow. “What?” “I think you've known for a while.” Nate's heart thudded. “I think you've just been too afraid to listen.” Nate looked at him. Max stood slowly, but before he walked away, he leaned down just enough that their faces were close. He didn't kiss him. He didn't need to. His voice was barely above a whisper. “Then stop running from the part of you that already knows.”

Why wouldn't the ground open up when you want it to. "People make mistakes about countries a lot Lia and if those mistakes are not made we wouldn't learn at all okay, so don't sweat it". He says looking at me. I feel his eyes on me but I cannot look up. My eyes are down, I feel that if I lift my face up he will see the tears threatening to fall. I clutch my cardigan tighter. My chest hurts, did this place just get colder?. "Hey, Lia are you okay. You're shivering really bad".