Rescue Hero Movie Novels & Stories

“We can fight later. She could be dying in some hospital bed, and you want to argue about my past?” That shut him up. At least for the moment. I walked straight to the passerby, ignoring the way my legs trembled with every step. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice softer now, forced calm. “The woman from this car—do you know which hospital they took her to?” The man blinked, dragging his gaze from the wreck to me. “St. Jude’s. It’s the closest. They didn’t waste time.” Relief and dread tangled in my chest again. “Thank you.”

We walked over and ordered some coffee and some cookies. The moment we sat down, I took out my phone and sent a message to Heath. I told him that we safely fled from the eyes of Damien's men. Heath replied to my message and told me that his uncle's friend Brennan successfully rescued Charles Madrigal and now he is in the hospital with Jethro's friend. Also, Damien Hansen was arrested while he was waiting for his men at the airport. I breathed a sigh of relief from this good news. Finally, the search for my missing family is over.

But it was something far worse. As I stepped out, I saw everyone moving chaotically. Then I saw him. Jackson. He was covered in blood, barely recognisable. I felt a pull in my chest, and within seconds I was by his side. He opened his eyes and saw me. He drew his hand to my face. “You are safe,” he said, and lost consciousness. A rescue team was there in minutes and flew him away in a helicopter. Before anyone could stop me, I followed Devin and his mom and climbed in.

"Trina, what would you like to eat today?" I thought for a moment. "Garlic cream bun." "Again?" "Yes, with double the filling." Ian shook his head and picked up his phone to text Fiona. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a small, bright patch on Erin's untouched coffee. I took out my phone and opened the Memo app. On the screen, the three messages were dimming and disappearing one by one. As the last one disappeared, a new line of text popped up. [Mission complete. The Sheffield family is safe.]

"If I can't live well, neither can you! Let's die together!" I was shocked, my eyes widened as I tried to dodge. But he was stronger than I was. He caught up to me in just a few steps and kicked me to the ground. As the knife came down toward my chest, I closed my eyes in despair. But the pain I expected never came. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Evelyn had run in with campus security. The guards had already restrained Victor and they would take him to the police station. However, before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, he was released with only a warning.

But as she walked closer, the words became clearer, practically shouting at her from the front page. "ESCAPED!" Elena stopped in her tracks, her heart giving a strange jolt. Beneath the headline was a photo of him. Adrian Blackwood. She bent slightly, scanning the smaller text beneath the dramatic headline. "Billionaire Adrian Blackwood successfully escaped from his kidnappers in a daring turn of events. His resilience has shocked the whole city of San Francisco proving once again that he is as fearless as he is powerful." A frown tugged at her lips. Fearless? Powerful?

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.

That person truly deserved their surprise and admiration as it was going for a year now when the Blessed Organizations is built halfway-through. They were pleasantly surprise but more felt shock but felt more relieved, at least, one of the so called saviours of mankind helped them, a pitiful Hero who only gets their ability by the rain. The guy with a scar on his tanned but big face which look exactly like the leader of the heroes who came to rescue, opened and swipe something in his watch resulting for a virtual screen to appear in front of his eyes and also for the Heroes members sight. Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old

Junaid walked out from the set, get into the car, and slept putting a handkerchief on his face. Zohan stared at the beautiful girl for a while, not caring the man he knocked out a while ago has stood up and held onto Zohan's collar from back, balancing his body. A slap hit Zohan's face by the beautiful girl. Zohan didn't budge from his spot. He stared at her in surprise. "Rascal" she spatted. "Who the fuck you are?" The man, the hero of the movie tried to dominate Zohan. Zohan held the hero's collar of the shirt. When the hero tried to remove his hand, Zohan quickly trapped his neck in between his inner elbow but his eyes never left looking at the beautiful girl, who slapped him and now was

I soon regretted it as shooting pain travelled down my body. "Your Highness!!" He bowed, looking at me intently. Beta Derrick had told me that the name of my rescuer was 'Targon' so I knew that I was in safe hands. "We have to leave as quickly as possible. It will be better if we can avoid scuffles," he said to me. "Not only me… we have two others to save… I can't leave without them," I mumbled as I gave him the key. "What!?" His eyes widened as he carefully opened the lock. He helped me to my feet but I fell back on him, I was too weak to stand.