Personal Hero Novels & Stories

It was the kind of sadness that had made him who he was. "I know." "Why?" I looked at him. His black eyes were soft. He was worried about me, even though the tears were his own. He was always worried about me. He carried my pain as if it were his own. He bore my burdens without complaint. He loved me without reservation. He gave me everything he had and never asked for anything in return. He was the most selfless person I had ever known. He was the most broken person I had ever loved. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He was the most wounded person I had ever held. He was the most courageous person I had ever met. He was the most generous person I had ever loved. He was the m

“You just looked in the wrong direction.” Yvonne pushed herself upright despite the pain. “Why me,” she demanded. The man turned back to her. “Because you are perfect,” he said simply. She stared at him. “You heal,” he continued. “You run toward pain, people believe faces like yours. Soft, honest and brave. You are the hero they want.” “I never asked to be a hero,” she said. “That is why it works,” he answered. The phone still burned with images. The hospital feed shook as someone screamed behind the camera.

And surprisingly, there was a lot of information on him that any human would be able to access if they knew his name. I guess that’s why very few people knew his name. He always kept it a secret. And Ethan and I had kept it to ourselves. We hadn’t told anyone around here what his real name was. We couldn’t risk it. In case it got out. But everything that I read about him on the human page was how much of a good samaritan he was. He posed as a human in order to show off what a good man he was. All the good that he was doing for the homeless and for starving children in Africa. And for abused children in this country. He really was a hero amongst humans.

At 2 pm, uncle stark drove me back home after a quick lunch at a restaurant. He said he had important matters to attend to at the sheriff station. After a quick shower, I decided on watching an action movie from the 90's. I never liked old movies but this particular one got my attention. The starring person was a boy withered by poverty, certainly the lowest level of human that ever lived. What caught my interest about him wasn't the fact that he had risen to become one of the most powerful influential man in the society but how he managed to reach at the apex of human society, the process. He was fearless, daring, kind, and generous and the quality I found most impressing about him and coin

The wind whistled past us, carrying with it a sense of liberation and the promise of better days. In that fleeting moment, his actions spoke volumes about his character – a person who placed the needs of others above his own, who transformed pain into a conduit for compassion. The world may have seen just a man with an injured arm, but what I witnessed was a hero who defied his own limitations to uplift another soul.

It’s just the deepest mystery that Nate is just a salutatorian while Kate is still the valedictorian. In a word, the future is uncertain but Kate feels brave that she can face anything. It’s all because of Nate. Having personally witnessed his tragedy and his subsequent rise from the ashes, Kate is deeply motivated by him. He’s like the answer to that persistent essay question: What person, real or imagined, living or dead, do you admire the most? She’s her personal hero. A living, real-life superhero who doesn’t wear Spandex.

Still Prisca did nothing but stare at him. "Prisca"he began " I'm really sorry for all those things you went through at a very young age. it must have been very terrible, no child deserves to go through something so horrible " his voice broke "I feel like a horrible monster and thank you for not mentioning my name, I appreciate it even though I don't deserve it" "It's okay" she said " but why didn't you just ask me? I was planning to tell you everything about me anyways" "I'm truly sorry" he held back a tear

" Well, he was my friend who drove us and also palace carriage man .He was all thrilled when he learned that woke up from your bed. He really wished for your fast recovery, since our kingdom is really at the miserable state." " He really hoped that someone would help us to get rid off this crises and so your majesty woke up regaining your consciousness." ' There are still some people who wish for my recovery, strange. I guess not all people are like that. Some are really good with brains after all.' She murmured. " Who is this friend of yours? And why would he think that I would save them all." She asked out of concern. " His name is Ryan . He said ,he believe in you , that's why he hopes fo