Realist Hero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Really, I mean it. I’m a power brave. I can’t let my emotions get in the way of the upcoming battle. For Wilt and everyone’s sake.” Zeki smiled. “Spoken like a true hero, Sam.” “Hero? Me? At least I thought I was… no, that’s what Antifa said. I’m not a hero.” “Yes, you are,” he insisted. “Why else did Hercules choose you?” “For my potential,” I replied. “And redemption.” “Redemption?” many of them muttered. “Hercules said that he had so much regret about his past. He saw my potential to become a real hero. I guess he wanted us to rectify both of our sins.”

I throw my hand out and shrug. I needed this. Time away from reality. The reality of the fact that I can't do this on my own. I can't protect my friends and family. I can't find.... a midpoint maybe with these new powers, if that makes sense. How do heroes do it or good guys in general? Well most of them end up dead. The spartans did it to make a point and most of all inspiration. Gerard said that you have to know thy enemy. That seems like a good start. But...who is my enemy? Is it the guy who keeps killing people who kiss me or is it the guy who wants to kill me? One thing is for sure, I can't handle both.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

A man who would kill or die to protect you. Can she not see how huge that is? The sort of soul who sacrifices himself for those he loves. A man who has killed for me and stood in the way of any harm coming at me from the moment I met him. Alexi is my hero, maybe not the fairy-tale version on a white horse and gallant armour. He is more of the dark variety and scarier than the devil, but he would never let anyone hurt a hair on my head and now I realise I’ve always known it. It’s why I fell in love with him, even when I had no reason to.

Frank replied, more or less nice in private. "No way!" Ida shook her head. "I think I'll call you Lugh." "If you say so!" Frank shrugged nonchalantly. Ida then smiled. "I'll be frank—if I hadn't seen you in action yesterday, I would really have trouble connecting you to the godly being yesterday!" Rain suddenly said, "The real heroes don't disguise themselves that much and simply make do by staying in the city. That way, they appear to just be a normal person, no more than a face in the crowd! You know… like Mr. Miyagi!"

"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."

My daughter rushed to embrace her brother emotionally and I finally could not stop that tears as I watched my children embrace each other warmly in comfort. Knowing there is no way I can stop the dam, I moved a few steps away to stare blankly at the wall as the tears poured rapidly down my face. I felt the silent figure behind me even before he said a word. “A hero is a woman who will do anything to love and protect her kids, but a much better hero is a responsible, loyal man who will love and cherish his woman and their kids. And above all, protect and possess his woman in every sense of the word.” He enlightened softly and I waited to hear the mockery behind his voice but there was nothing

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? I don't like this guy. The ideal candidate in my heart is not a cowardly wretch." "My target is a man of indomitable spirit. Only the nameless hero who saved people in the old city district some time ago is the real hero. It's a pity that the nameless hero didn't reveal his name. Only such a hot-blooded man would be my man of love!" Bai Yujing said with longing. The nameless hero who saved people in the sea of fire? Seeing Bai Yujing's face full of hope, Yang Xiao's body suddenly stiffened.

I wanted to make it easier on her, but interfering would just make it worse if the way Ryan reacted to my defending her at the bar was any indication. At the very base of all that was the fact I wanted to save her. It went with the fireman thing—I had a hero complex or something. I wanted to protect and rescue. In my eyes, it’s what a real man did. He didn’t tear people down like Ryan or use them up. That’s nothing but weakness and greed from where I was standing.

Randell exclaimed. "I'll pay you back when my mom gives me my allowance next month, alright? I'll even double the amount!" I felt my heart sink to my stomach. "No! There's a red alert here! And I've already told you that I don't have any money with me now! I want to get out of this place! I don't even have the money to stay at the hotel anymore!" Randell laughed coldly and said, "You're really something, Cassidy Stanford. You can even resort to faking a red alert notification just to cause trouble with me on purpose.