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ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

That was exactly why she had stubbornly believed my injuries were nothing more than surface wounds. In her mind, it had only been a small lesson. How could something like that possibly lead to someone laying such a heavy hand on me? The officer’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he ordered his team to bring in the person Mom had named. The man’s name was Lenny Hill, a well-known street thug in the area. When they dragged him in, he didn’t look nervous at all. If anything, he seemed oddly composed, as if none of this concerned him.

Something alive. I reached for the scarf I’d wrapped around my hand and tied it over my head, concealing my face. Only my eyes remained visible, hard, wild, and unflinching. “There are no heroes on a white horses in this world,” I said, my voice softer now, but charged with the storm building inside me, “There are only monsters. So be your own hero. Don’t die beneath a monster’s boot just because he’s stronger than you. Die for your honor! For your fury! For your name!

Minahil was too busy glaring at him with a contorted face that she could not give him a sarcastic comeback. "I'm a proud Pakistani, Miss Khan. Unlike your corrupt comportment, it is my honest suggestion that you don't make such racist comments as you know this is an Embassy College." He said with a proud smirk on his luscious full lips and sidestepped her to go away. His admirers followed him praising his act leaving Minahil burning with uncontrollable fury. Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched.

"The most powerful one among these killers is called Thousand-Faced Enchantress. Since she became a killer, she has never failed. Her success rate is 100%. "And her identity is a mystery. The only thing people know about her is that she is a woman. Yet, no one knows what she really looks like because every time she is on a mission, she shows up in a different appearance. "Moreover, this woman has excellent skills. Adding that she is very good at lurking in the dark and spring on her prey, it's almost impossible to guard against her. She's definitely a dangerous opponent. You must be careful." "Got it!" Qin Haodong then hung up the phone. When he returned to the room, he found that Xi Youmi h

When I could muster up the courage to glance up at her hero, I found myself staring right into the eyes of my own, my handsome stranger from the forest. My heart pounded out a symphony all its own, as I stared into his intense, vivid blue eyes. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his face, drinking in every detail of his sharply chiseled face. I’d never seen such a beautiful face before, such a masterpiece of strength, contours and beauty. It was like something off the cover of a romance novel or some dapper leading man in a classic romance movie. This

"I know you won't, but on that fateful day we came across one another, it was love at first sight, but I knew it wasn't his real face. And when I told him that, he confessed that his real face was too ugly, that a male troll face is more handsome than his, and the face he is using gives him confidence and that he was not sorry and would understand if I would leave him. I couldn't leave him, and the rest is history." "So you just believed him like that? Or are you that gullible?" Hiro raised his brows at her. "He showed me his 'ugly face' and I loved him." Rozralas repeated. "What about his hair? What's its color?" Hiro asked. "White, purely white, Hiro." "Good, so come sit down with me and t

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

"Hahaha, this is what you will end up waiting for, no, you will be even worse, I will make you a monster like him, no feelings, no thoughts, only know how to kill, and you bitch, I want I will cut you with thousands of swords, and make you cursed infinitely, and you will never be able to wake up in pain." When I heard what Thousand Faces said, I took out the knife in my arms and rushed toward him. Even though I knew that I was not his opponent, the anger in my heart could not be suppressed. This was the first time in my life that I wanted someone to die and be killed by myself. When Thousand Faces saw me coming at him, he was not surprised but delighted and pointed the needle sword in his ha

"Oh, my goodness! The hero is here to save the damsel in distress? I can't believe I'm actually seeing something like this in person." Cameron's face instantly fell as a flicker of panic appeared in his eyes. "Julius, why are you here?" Julius glanced at him coldly, his expression mocking. "If I hadn't come, you'd have bullied Gwen to death." He grabbed my wrist. "Come with me. I'm getting you out of here." I shook my head and muttered, "I can't." "What? After everything he's done to you, you still like him?" Julius' face darkened.