Novel & Cerita Reluctant Hero

Sharon Hiding. Behind a computer.” “No. Not hiding. Sacrificing. You’re not a coward. I know that you know you’re facing this head-on. You don’t want justice for them; you want it for all the victims in the world and the many people out there who have been wronged and forced into a life they didn’t choose. You’re not just doing it for granny or yourself. You’re doing it for them. For the people that you don’t even know. That’s heroic. I think the brain, they say, is most impressionable before age twenty-two, so if you were going to go bad, then you’d have gone bad already. You chose the other path. It’s a harder path. The hardest. To be kind and good.”

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

“Not yet. Not until I find her and get her back.” Work will hold me together. It always does. Numbers don’t care. Decisions don’t ask questions. Staff doesn’t notice cracks as long as you stand upright. By the time I walk into the office, the mask is in place. Andre Sebastian. Most competent. Focused. Controlled. Unreadable. No one knows I stood in a town this morning that proved, definitively, that hope is a liability. No one sees how much further I’ve fallen. And no one notices that I’m not recovering—

Cal. I could draw Cal from memory but don’t take the risk. Those huge shoulders, broad and powerful, just like his own father. Those soft brown curls that are so at odds with his clenched concrete jawline. He’s so reluctant to be anything other than the alpha-hero. He has to win. Has to be recognised as something more than average. Down here is killing him. He’s nobody, just like me in this warren. Up above, he’s a force to be reckoned with, literally running into gunfire to save strangers. His chest peppered with tiny scars. His bare chest remains lodged in my memories, smooth, sculpted, and dangerous.

luckily his father had taken precautions he had known he could be betrayed. The family had fled over the border and into the Ukraine with all their money and valuables intact and the Ukraine government had happily handed them over to the Americans. His father had told the Americans everything he knew switching his allegiance to the Western Allies, it had not prevented the war but it gave the Allies the chance to help the Ukrainians by arming them quickly so they could protect themselves. They had been granted American Citizenship along with new identities and the family had disappeared blending in with their new country starting new lives and prospering Andrei had joined the American Marine

My heart was beating so fast as his hands grazed my nose and my lips. "Your father is never escaping from this. You, on the other hand, have a lot of guts showing up here." I wanted to snap his hands away for his guts but I felt handicapped, his gaze paralyzing me in place. "But," he added, "I could make an exception though. I could spare your father and forget about his debts," he glanced over my face and then back to my eyes, "I could go against my principles' and forgive him," I felt a surge of relief wash over me but a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. 'Wasn't he considered unforgiving? Was he perhaps playing at something dangerous here?' I wondered.

We will always be here for you and Ari. Savannah is misty-eyed. A lot of his friends and neighbors love Ari as Ari, not as a general. He has a good heart. Oh, God! I am so blessed to have him as my husband. Thank you... The love of each and every one of you for Ari is something I will cherish. I know he is a good person with a beautiful heart. When we met in CN county, I saw Ari's heart as Ari, not the general. General Ari de la Lucca was ruthless and arrogant in doing his job. It comes with the territory. He was great at his job as a crime fighter, a dedicated soldier to securing peace and order in the county, and a community builder who helped people who chose to go the other way, assistin

"It was choosing to believe that people can change if they want it badly enough." "And look where that hope got me." He finally turned and his face was different somehow, harder than it had been yesterday. "Shot and broken and missing sixteen years of my life because I apparently decided to play hero." "You didn't play hero, you were a hero." I was getting tired of this argument. "You saved people and protected the vulnerable and stood up to your father when everyone else was too scared to try."

“So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll drop it… one percent.” My eyes widened. “Lucian…” He lifted a hand to silence me. “I’ll spare the traitor and his family. That’s what you get—for me trying to play the hero in your life.” Hero? That word lit a fuse in me. “You’re no hero,” I said, teeth gritted. He smirked wickedly. “And you’re no savior.” His words struck. Not just for what he said, but how he said it. Like we were two broken things trying to pretend we could fix something together.

"Sir?" a voice from the cockpit said. Noah Magellan, rock star and reluctant actor, had been perusing the script for his latest movie. He hated everything about it, but his agent had convinced him to take it on. Noah sighed and he suspected that he would be doing that a lot. The film was a superhero film and Noah didn't consider himself capable of that genre, but they were hot right now so his agent had strong-armed him into signing the contract. Noah suspected it was the giant paycheck that his agent would receive from the movie whether it did well or not.