Rescue Hero Movie Novels & Stories

"Bien... I mean, Hero! This is an old friend... Myron Molave. Myron, he's my boss, student, and well... rescuer... Mr. Akihiro Bien Agpalza." "I know who he is..." says the boyish guy blandly. "Oh hell, I think I know who you are!" it took a moment for Hero to react, his eyes now wide open in surprise and a bit of horror... "My goodness, am I too late or just in time for the party? Either way works for me, hahaha!" Both men feel their skin crawl at the giggles and sight of the woman who just entered the open door...

"How about... you come here? For dinner. As payment for my rescue debt." Hector's heart stopped. There it was. The invitation. The line being drawn in the sand. All his mind, all his code of honor, shouted in unison. NO. It was a trap, a mistake of catastrophic proportions. Johan. The friendship. His integrity. The danger of hurting her. A cacophony of warnings and denials. But his mouth, his traitorous mouth, driven by a desire deeper and stronger than reason, acted on its own. Before he could think, before he could form a polite refusal, the words had already escaped, in a deep, compromising whisper that echoed in the silent room.

"They discovered me when I was fifteen years old, blindfolded and covered in blood. The first person I encountered was Barrow, a young soldier and the first male who didn't try to push himself on me." She exhaled and stared at the sky as if she didn't believe her eyes. " He yanked the blindfold off me, cut the ropes that were binding me, and wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. Following that, he helped me to my feet and drove me here. My friends Barrow, Salviana, and Elisabetta helped Doc check me out and tend to my needs. Although Barrow had rescued me, I was furious at him and everyone else. The gall of him to come to my rescue! I had no idea what to do when I woke up in this unfamilia

I mumble, rolling my eyes and eating my sandwich bitterly, "Do what you want then, I know they're going to rescue me anyway." "Good luck with that," he says and lets out a sideways grin that makes him look even younger and prettier than before, "Your father who let himself be attacked by a rogue and Daniel Griffin, who let me escape from his super fancy security building? Doesn't look too good for you."

A strip of heavy black tape was slapped over Edward's mouth. His eyes went wide as he thrashed and let out muffled groans, completely unable to speak. I followed behind them, supported by a female military doctor. The scrapes on my knees had been given a basic dressing, but I was still limping badly. Outside the train station, a dark green military helicopter sat on the open tarmac. The rotors were already spinning. Two tactical jeeps were parked right beside it. Edward was thrown into the back seat of one of the vehicles. Only then did real terror finally set in.

The shock on his face was worth every drop of that cursed beverage. But I wasn't done. Oh no. As Greg struggled to regain his composure, attempting to wipe the whiskey from his eyes, I channelled my inner superhero. With lightning speed and precision, I unleashed a perfectly aimed knee straight into his precious manhood. The sound of his agonized yelp reverberated through the room as he crumpled to the floor like a wilted flower.

Hero didn’t intervene at first, hoping to extract information from the enemies—especially since Claire was questioning them. But moments later, he was stunned when Claire effortlessly took down two attackers, forcing the rest to flee. She defeated them all before Hero could even move to help her. He saw the confusion and fear on her face, yet her movements were precise and flawless. After replaying the scene in his mind, Hero could only shake his head in disbelief. He couldn’t find answers to his questions, so he focused on driving instead. Meanwhile, Claire’s family had already arrived at the mall. She had removed her contact lenses and changed into her usual attire, turning heads with her

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

That we weren’t all arrested and rotting in prison was a fucking miracle. Actually, it was because we had bribed the police big time. But still, the whole fucking thing was madness. And as I knocked back my second whisky, my phone began to vibrate. I grabbed it, assuming it was Phoenix. “Yeah?” I said, walking away from Veronica. “Hi there, Jaguar.” I stopped in my tracks. “Jetter?” “The one and only. How’s our girl?” “You’re lucky to be alive, you motherfucker,” I growled.

I even hit my head because I was hoping it was just a nightmare. "Argh! Fuck this! You're evil, Kalvis! So evil!" The son of my rescuer harmed and raped me. Kalvis is really unbelievable. His father dressed me but he undressed me. I tried to wake myself up from this nightmare but I failed. This is not a nightmare but the reality of life. When you are vulnerable, you are taken advantage of.