Ordinary Woman My Hero Novels & Stories

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON

My frustrations actually turned me on. As he saw how nervous I was suddenly, he sighed softly. That mischievous smirk on his face that was pinching me, disappeared. He still had a small smile on his face. But he was no longer teasing me. He cupped my face with both of his hands and rested his forehead on my forehead. "I am like you. And yes, I know you. Whole city knows who Leyla Summers is. The badass woman who is not afraid of the dark. The badass woman who is not afraid of cemeteries or ghosts. A woman who stands up to help everyone. Despite the hardships she might have born because of a person, she would still help help them. You are a living hero, you know that." He replied to me in a g

“My daughter. My baby. My little girl. Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry, amore mia. I’m so sorry. I’m here now. I’m here…” My legs wobbled and gave out. I sank to the floor, my mother with me, and we held each other for a long, long time. When we finally pulled away, we watched each other as if memorizing the other’s every feature. She was older, but she had aged gracefully. She was still the strong, beautiful woman I remembered her as. She had been my hero. I had always wanted to grow up to be as much of a force as her. The stunning goddess who wore the shoes and clothes that drew all eyes to her grace. The way people stared whenever she entered a room…

“Miss, I think you must be misunderstanding me. I only protected my coachmen. I am not a hero." While I was quite attracted to her, I was never in danger of losing my intellect in the process. Is every person who helped her deemed a hero? Could this be how she makes men fall in love with her? By making them feel like heroes. A blushed cheek and an entranced gaze appeared on her face as she bashfully looked away from my eyes and towards the ground. I only had one thought in mind after seeing that. Clearly, this woman is a seductress in her field!

"The hero comes to rescue the damsel." "Who the fuck is a damsel?" I growled, extending my claws. "If you think I’m a defenseless woman, you’re wrong, bitch." "Of course you aren’t defenseless." The woman responded. "Otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to kill so many. However, I am quite disappointed to see that pride in your eyes over what you did. "

"Thank you, small one. You taught me much. About being both things simultaneously. About holding contradictions. About—about choosing wholeness over simplicity." "You're welcome," Grace said. Whisper turned to me. "Thank you, Eva Morrison. You are—are exactly as legendary as stories claim. You are also more human than expected. This combination is—is instructive. Heroes are not separate from humanity. They are—are humans who choose heroism despite fear. Despite cost. Despite everything." "I'm not a hero," I said. "You are exactly hero," Whisper said. "You simply don't recognize it. Perhaps that is—is most heroic thing about you."

"Dr. Martinez, I need you to forgive yourself. You did everything you could under impossible circumstances. Yes, you were afraid. Yes, you waited. But you didn't abandon me. When it mattered most, you made the call that saved my life. That makes you a hero in my book." "I don't feel like a hero." "Heroes rarely do." Tony stood and walked to the window. "They just do what needs to be done, then struggle with whether they did enough. But Dr. Martinez, you did enough. You were enough. And now you get to prove it by helping others." Emma started fussing, and Lily pulled out a bottle. As she fed her daughter, I watched this young woman who'd survived so much. She was right, I needed to forgive my

Yes, please. “It's because you are the Alpha of the pack. The best Alpha recorded in history. The only wolf to ever get close to the Lycan Lord and survive. The only wolf to lose her wolf and get it back. The only Alpha to lead the greatest people in battle — even though most of them ended up betraying you but that made you stronger. You never stayed down. And you rose to become the moon warrior. And all this things you achieved being the one thing people didn't expect anything from — a woman. So tell me isn't all this achievement enough to shut the strongest man of all times?” “I know, mother,” I let out a sigh. “It's just that the villagers will only see me as a woman.”

You're special because you arrived at the time no one expected. You won't feel my presence much, for I'm pretty sure your Mother will fill all voids. She's capable. She's the strongest woman I know. If she's determined, she conquers everything and anything. Nothing can get in her way. I call her superwoman. She's brave, and beautiful too. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

However, Hero suddenly stooped down to her level, Alyana had no chance to resist: he carried her! On the wooden chair, next to the door, the old woman in her neat brown long skirt was waiting, looking at them intently, in her eyes were nothing but voidness, just blank stares. The moment that the two teens are just a meter away from her, her eyes suddenly darkened but that was just in a split of second, it abruptly brightened. "Hi there!" Hero even waved, he already put down Alyana, now walking behind him again while looking at her feet with some leaves stuck on it along with mud.