Novel & Cerita Reluctant Hero

"I don't want a sip." A strange feeling claws its way to my chest, I scoff again and shake my head. All of these to get away from taking a sip after I already went ahead with the plan. "Quitter." "Quitter? A quitter is one who starts but never goes through with it, I never even agreed to it to begin with," he defends. I offer him a tight-lipped smile and nod; it will be stupid of me to get into an argument with him over coffee. What he needs is a sound knock.

Under the comfort of the cabin, the three heroes of Hiscoun Village are gathered around the world map and are discussing where they're off to next. Initially, Clyde planned to go with his comrades but given the situation, he has no other choice but to tag the two females with him. They're both credible, but one is dodgy and the other is naïve of the world beyond the forest. And although he's confident in his own skills, he can't execute this mission alone. He'll need an accomplice or two. Which is why he has no other choice.

He looked less like the monster the world had painted and more like someone who’d been living with a blade for a long time and decided to put it down for once. Something small and fierce flared in me then—an ugly urge to yank him away and tell him he didn’t have to be a martyr. But there was also gratitude and something that felt dangerously like relief. How could I refuse? How could I ask a man to risk himself for me when I had been given so little by everyone else? “Do it,” I whispered, the command slipping from my lips like a surrender and a plea.

She had stood like a shield against the worst of circumstances, unfazed by human malice, cruelty, or the sheer unpredictability of existence. Yet, today, that armor had shattered. The fierce, resilient Divya she had known for years felt entirely foreign, replaced by a trembling, terrified stranger. Her vulnerability stemmed from the very people she loved—her small family. How could she ever gamble with their safety just to save her own skin? How could she thrust the people who meant everything to her into the path of danger simply to protect her own interests?

Jake said, looking relieved and shrugging. I gasped, still open-mouthed, looking at him in amazement. I shouldn't be, but that made me a little more enchanted by him. He looked like a brave knight, ready to do justice to whoever needed it; he didn't mind using his brute strength if it was to reduce to nothing all these sons of bitches who liked to grow up against those who couldn't. For me, he became the true definition of a hero.

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.

If I take this job, I’ll be indebted to Karl, and word will spread that he pulled strings to get me hired. I’d be in the tabloids in less than a month. I really need the money, but I can’t. “I appreciate your help, but I can’t take this,” I said, standing up. I hadn’t even realized I’d been sitting the whole time while he stood there. “Why?” he asked, sounding almost offended. And now I was sure I’d regret this later. “I don’t believe you’re doing this out of pure intention. Word would spread, and I don’t want that. My life may be shaky, but at least it’s peaceful,” I replied.

He couldn't just stand there and Watch them get mistreated, because that was exactly how his mother died and he wasn't ready to loose any close or loved one again. "Tell me again why he needs to follow us? He just arrived here today and he's from another pack. We know nothing of him and his background and we're just going to trust him enough to... " "Raiden... Would you shut up for one second? You always act like you're capable of defeating an army of men. What do you do in a situation where we have to rescue Amaira from Jason and his men?" "There won't be any need for that. Amaira is fine. Jason probably doesn't even knew she's out"

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

And I didn't sign the damn waiver! Hero realizes that he can call his bodyguard right now and have these two women - who he never even wanted to touch in the first place - to be thrown out. But then, the Resort would miss the chance of hiring such willing females while he would miss out on this unique but strange opportunity to realize a fantasy… He starts to play a scene in his head, as a pair of feminine hands fishes out his still limp tackle and as a pair of wet lips start sucking on one of his nipples.