No Place For No Hero Novels & Stories

" The calls for my head grew louder. James turned away, his voice heavy with feigned sorrow. "Honey, I can't fathom why you'd hurt Brian. I can't forgive you, but... I'll stand by Brian's side. "Just confess. It'll be easier for you." Even then, James clung to his saintly facade. I laughed bitterly. "I'm innocent. Why would I confess?" The cops exchanged glances. "Ms. Scott, do you have any proof they're out to get you? Without evidence, we'll have to proceed by the book."

"I just hope he stays down, t'll be too dangerous for Dora to go stronger than that if he's that weak, might really kill'm." They were about to leave, but someone was shaking slightly. “Is that… Is that really?” Hope whispered, then took a breath and screamed. "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A HERO?! A HERO NEVER STAY DOWN!!!" He shouted so loudly that everyone shook. "Oi? Hope who are you cheerin' for?" "I'm sorry, my lady, but this is a personal matter... HEY! LEON!!! YOU SAID YOU WANT TO FIGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A TRUE HERO, SO STAND UP! DON’T LET HIM WIN!”

In a steady voice with a sharp smile, I declared, "I'm going back. I've already killed two people. What's a few more going to do?" The comments exploded. "Wait, she can see our comments?" "My girl! Look at me!" "Don't be naive. Henry was drugged, and Noah was ambushed. That's the only reason she pulled it off. Does she really think she can win? That village is filled with strong, unemployed men. I don't even want to imagine how badly she'd die if she goes back." "Just another brain-dead female lead walking straight to her demise." "They've already set the trap. She should be running, yet she's entering the lion's den herself."

Faina Petrov The moment my father fires at Heros, the world around me dissolves into chaos. Noah surges like lightning behind him, delivering a blow so impressive that, if I weren’t already on my knees in despair, I would admire his bravery. My fingers touch the cold floor as I run to Heros, cradling his head in my lap, desperation consuming me. “Heros… Heros!” I caress his face, my hands trembling as they slide down his chest and find a red stain spreading across his shirt. “Love, please, talk to me!”

"Beverly, you run a successful company. How could you not see through him? You've known all along, but you chose to remain silent. "You've been enjoying the warmth of our family while entangling yourself with someone else! If you could be honest with yourself about your mistakes, perhaps I'd still have some respect for you. But now, you just want to shift the blame and erase everything with a simple 'I didn't know.' I find it disgusting!" Her eyes reddened slightly, but she held back her tears. As I spoke, I undid the tie around my neck to reveal the scar from my surgery. It twisted and contorted in an ugly, frightening way.

"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.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

"No, you can't!" Amy screeched, her face turning pale instantly. She grabbed Cole's shirt, trying to get him to help her. "Cole! Say something! I'm not going to the Alliance! "Y-You know that… You know that I've already been homeless once! You can't bear to see me homeless again for the second time, can you? Didn't you swear that you would always protect me?" Cole tightened his fist, his eyes filled with indignation. He glared at me and growled through his gritted teeth.

My hands and legs were trembling of fear—of fear of something out of my control—of losing Iris—of losing the only family I had left. Iris and Frost followed. I just watched Iris and Frost engaged in an intense argument, and I couldn’t fucking talk like I lost my tongue, my voice. “And then what? You wanna be a hero, huh, twig? Well, let me spell it out for you, Iris. Heroes die. Look at the fucking world around you, no one remembers heroes anymore. No one cares! You don’t get a goddamn statue at the museum, or you won't even be remembered, and no one appreciates shits anymore. This is not a fucking fantasy that you'll get a chance to live again. Just open up your goddamn mind for a fucking s

ZARA POV 'Clinging.' The word echoed through my brain like a broken record. He wasn't exactly welcoming me with open arms like I had imagined. I let my arms wrap themselves around my naked body. “I…I'm sorry, Hero. I'm honestly not trying to be clingy. I’m in some kind of a big mess, and I thought you could render some help.” "Hero?" The man next to him barked, and I flinched. I'd almost forgotten we had an audience. What had Hero called him? Jeremy. "Don't you ever call him Hero again, or I'll feed your tongue to the deadly animals in the woods.”