Reluctant Hero Novels & Stories

I roar back. “Not my fucking commander. I’m joining your team as an independent consultant, not your little bitch.” "You think this is a game? You think this is a fucking movie where the good guys always win?" "I think it's exactly what I said it was! A war! And there’s no reality where we’re the good guys, so no. This is the movie where the anti-heroes win." "You are not equipped to go into the field!" I stalk toward him, hoping the sheer bulk of me will intimidate him. The little shit refuses to back up a single step.

“I admit I did trust her at first, but you can’t blame me for that. Selena had been my assistant for three years and she had never shown disloyalty.” “So what makes you think she has now?” Bruce asked. “For the same reason why bank robbers get caught, jewelry thieves get busted, and con artists get exposed. She got greedy,” Christopher reasoned. “Bull shit,” Trevor said aggravation. “You’re afraid because you love her and you don’t think she loves you back.” “I am not in love with her,” he lied. “And I’m not afraid to be a father.” “Please,” Bruce mumbled with his mouth full.

Chris has unnecessary worry, while he knows that Daisy is more afraid of Charlie than tigers. While thinking, Daisy looks at the tall figure in front of her. Charlie does not allow any soldiers to accompany him. Perhaps he is confident in his martial arts, or he thinks that Daisy is inherently incapable of harming him. His tent is quite far from hers, as she thinks, it is located in the center of the camp. It is worth mentioning that in front of the tent no soldiers are guarding. Charlie is an arrogant and strange man. The large tent has only one large bed. Charlie puts his sword on the bed, lays on his back, then shouts:

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

She was alone. Then his face appeared in front of her. His black beady eyes looked like sinkholes. His slicked back greasy black hair. Revenge bubbled in her. She was going to hang on just to see him die. She would kill him no matter what she needed to. She was being attacked.She began to try to fight it. She was suddenly pulled into something warm. It held her tightly wrapping around her. She didn't fight against it. She could feel the heat and needed it. She needed to get stronger. The heat rushed through her body, she couldn't help but curl into it.

"You need to rest, and I promise nothing will happen to you." I trusted him, despite my vow never to trust a man in his position again, under any circumstances. "I'll be right here. I'll sit in the chair and watch you sleep." He pressed his hand against my forehead. "Don't go. Don't leave me." "I'm just going to the chair over there." His smile was one of the few that felt genuinely warm and almost boyish in nature. He was my hero, confident and rude, infuriating and dangerous. But he had found a balance between good and evil, allowing his humanity to emerge.

Cameron whispered bleary eyed as he gripped Rhett’s belt. “All these years of smoking?” Rhett suggested. “Shh,” he added. He could hear voices, but not the words. Sigrid’s voice, male voices, Meguitte’s… Leighton’s. “Fuck,” he hesitated. He and Cameron weren’t exactly going to be a big help walking in on a battle with Leighton, but what if that was where their mates were? “What are you waiting for Rhett?” Cameron whispered. “Shit,” Rhett started forward again. He was so fucking far out of his comfort zone it wasn’t funny, he grumbled to himself. He wasn’t meant to be a hero. He was just a fucking tattoo artist.

I ask, hoping my voice doesn’t betray how much I’ve missed him. He glances at me, surprised to find me waiting. “Always,” he says quietly. I hesitate, then take a chance. “You could sit for a while. Relax.” “I don’t relax,” he replies, but his voice is softer than before. I lean against the counter, watching him carefully. “Maybe you should try it sometime.” For a second, just a second something shifts in his expression. A crack in the mask. But before I can grasp it, the distance is back, cold and unyielding.

“They’ve been brainwashed into thinking it’s for the greater good. That giving our lives for Kieran makes us noble. Makes us worthy.” “Kara knows all this,” I muttered. “She knows and still chose to stay with him.” “I heard he saved her,” he said after a long pause. “So she became his lover as a form of gratitude.” “That bitch,” I cursed. Another silence followed. Then I said it. “If all you said is true… then you really have to help me.” He flinched at my words like I’d stabbed him in the chest. “I can’t,” he said quickly. “I’m not the right person for this. I’m no hero.”

low, mocking, cruel. Really? This is what you call a plan? His wolf scoffed, pacing like a beast behind rusted bars. You let your Alpha father beat you half to fucking death… you crawled back with fake bruises… you whimpered like a kicked puppy… all to make Scarlet reject Ronan. And she STILL isn’t yours? Pathetic. Grey’s jaw clenched so tightly he almost cracked a tooth, but outside he kept that pitiful, trembling expression...like a wounded hero desperate for comfort.