Ordinary Woman My Hero Novels & Stories

he stammered, "teaching this one a lesson." "Please, help me!" I tried to shout the words but they came out as a hoarse croak. I crawled forward on my knees and reached my hands up towards my savior, the chains stopping me just short of touching her at her waist. I craned my head and finally laid my eyes upon my hero. The most beautiful set of ocean blue eyes, framed by thick black lashes, I had ever see gazed down upon me. The woman standing in front could have been a super model. She must've been at least five foot ten and towered above me. The floor length slip dress she wore elegantly draped her slim frame and the navy silk flowed like water as she took a small step away from me. She st

Her radiant energy fills the air, making her a beacon of hope amidst the sea of despair that surrounds us. With each step, she exudes a confidence that is both inspiring and humbling. Her long chestnut hair cascades down her shoulders, bouncing in rhythm with her hurried gait. The white coat she wears, a symbol of her profession, billows slightly behind her like a cape, marking her as a true hero in my eyes.

Her hips were still developing and so were her breasts but you could see what it was going to be like in a few years. She wore jeans and a flowery top, the same color with her eyes, damn it wouldn’t be hard using her, I said. “How dare you, I ask again, you should be expelled”, she kept at it, and that’s when I remember where I was and then my head clicked. Dave did this purposely, a divine meeting. “Don’t fight for me, it’s the way of the world, they all despise the poor”, I say letting my shoulder slump. “Are you feeling sorry for yourself”, she gives me a look of disgust and I immediately hate her.

she said slowly, “now people are calling him a hero. There’s a petition, a vote of confidence signed by captains, soldiers, even civilians. They’re saying he’s the only one who can lead. That the fire proved it.” I didn’t say anything, as the words hung between us, sinking in like lead. A hero. I could still feel the heat of the flames on my skin, still hear the screams echoing in my head. Was that what heroism looked like now? Ophelia shifted in her seat, searching my face. “You don’t look surprised.” “I’m not,” I said softly. “He always gets what he wants.”

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.

Sophia looked it over. It was a writing assignment. Who is your hero? The child looked nervous. "I picked you." Sophia blinked. "What?" The child nodded enthusiastically. "I wrote about you." Suddenly everyone nearby became interested. Patrick abandoned his argument. Dominic put down the spatula. Even Pasquale looked up. "Let's hear it," he said. The child immediately began reading. "My hero is my mom because she always helps people and never gives up." Sophia immediately felt emotional. "She takes care of our family even when things are hard."

'No one would ever witness me break down! She stopped at a sink in front of the girls' restrooms and washed her face. 'Heroes never show their weakness.'

Well, only Eve and France then, and the handsome black cat. Then, as the minutes of us talking about lots of things, silly things that are just about everything that we can think of, it turned into hours and we ate lunch that we just ordered. I don't know how to cook, alright? But, this lovely lady promised to teach me some of her nicest recipes that she learned from her mom, and also, basketball. She is better than AZ, honestly, and she offered me free training that is so far from the one K hourly rate of my sister. But I did send that jerk a raging five K from my savings, last night, that they could use for their excursion slash escapade. I'm a supportive sister, of course. She just did a

“Victor never doubted me. Not once. When everyone else gave me reasons to shrink, he gave me space to stand tall. He protected me, but he never tried to fight for me. He fought with me. That’s the difference. He’s my superhero I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “I just stood beside a woman who didn’t need saving,” I said, finally. “Only support. And it’s been the greatest honor of my life.” Lisa smiled. “Thank you both. I think you’ve just given a lot of people hope today.” And with that, we left the noise behind. After the media frenzy died down and we were back in my car, I reached over and laced our fingers again. “You’re quiet,” I said as I drove. “You okay?”

“Fast. Precise. You saved him.” She didn’t answer. The words felt hollow. She hadn’t saved him. She had just followed instructions. The real hero was the woman who had lived with this for years, the woman in the photo who had raised him. Amara just stared at Damian—pale, unconscious, and for the first time, completely vulnerable. Then she turned and left.