Ordinary Woman My Hero Novels & Stories

"That's the most beautiful thing a woman can wear." My hands smoothed over the silk. "Allen wanted to destroy me. Turn me into nothing." "But you're standing here," Smith said. "About to marry someone who sees your worth. That's not nothing." "When I was fitting my granddaughter for her first job interview outfit," Anna said, "she told me about you. About how you took on a powerful man and won. How you used your pain to help others." She pinned the hem. "She said you were her hero." The tears came then. Slow and steady.

“Probably that time of the month. She always got a bit more... combustible then.” I shouldn’t have asked. I should have kept my mouth shut and looked for a way out. But I didn't. “Can you tell me what she was like?” I said softly, the words feeling fragile. “No one really tells me that. They tell me she was a hero, or a martyr, A leader ,A best friend... I want to know who she was aside all of that .” He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine as if looking for her reflection in my pupils.

The Bieber wanna be guy that was dancing too close to her made me want to go over there and punch him in his smug face. I didn't even know she came to NYU, I didn't know she got in! Looking at her from the kitchen everything about her seems different. She had grown into a woman now, no longer the stiff skinny fourteen year old girl with glasses, now she had curves in the right places and she seems more confident and very beautiful, in that innocent kind of way. I know I wasn't the only one who thought that too, every warm blooded guy in this place thought so, the way they circled around her like flies proved it but she paid them no heed.

She said to him, "Oh really? I think you would be a very happy lady now, after all, you're already advising me and also telling me the difference between right and wrong. You know basically not everything you know a lot that I do not even have a clue about, you know what? That is quite impressive, after all, I never expected such from you, you have no proven to be a brave woman, a woman of steel, so brave enough that she had the girls to come into my house and speak to me in such a despicable manner, I guess in your mind now you feel you're like a legend or more of a hero who saves people and has the power to tell everybody what they do not know about yourself, I guess you also have the powe

She nodded again and again, taking the badge with both hands, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Eleanor. Thank you!" The comments exploded again–this time in gold. [Damn! That level of grace; insane!] [This is what a true female lead looks like–lifting someone out of the abyss instead of holding a grudge!] [Girls help girls! I'm calling it–this is the most hype esports story of the year!] [Orion team, let's go! Win the championship for Janet, too!]

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

"Because there was this incident at the bar back then. I thought, I mean, I still remember the one who helped me back then. His scent never leaves me in peace. I was thinking of thanking him, and when I saw you at the convenience store, you uhm" The young woman was stuttering; she didn't know how to say it because she might be wrong, and it was embarrassing. "What if it's just a coincidence and she's just assuming. What if this isn't the man she thinks is her hero?"

I chanted, my breathing fast and painful. "No, baby. No. No one is going to kill you. You're safe. I'm here. You did a great job. You ran away from them. You escaped successfully. You saved yourself, Elle. You're a hero. They can't hurt you anymore." I was crying, and the room was spinning and my head was throbbing, making it impossible for me to calm down. "I'm not a hero." "Yes, you are. You fought, Elle. You fought. No one else could've done what you did. No one could've survived that. You're the strongest person I've ever known, and I'm so proud of you."

He immediately post the video on the company's group chat on which they didn't have Hero, and in an instant, the group was flooding with lots of comments. "OMG! who the hell is she? Is she human? She's so beautiful, I think she's superwoman! Whoever she is, she's my new role model, I want to be like her in my next life......." Phones were buzzing non-stop as the video of Hero and Jules, was going viral. ... In Hero's office, Jules stood like a statue, her eyes going from Hero to the decor of his office. Jules could not deny that Hero has good taste, and it was the first time she actually got a chance to take in his features.