The Hero Of This Book の小説・ストーリー

"Whatever she does, it won't help. She's destined to die in Chapter 1. Otherwise, the story can't continue!" "Still, I can't help but admire the heroine. She's pretty and witty. No wonder the hero is in love with her. Too bad her life's too short." "Yeah… Even if she escapes from her apartment, it's useless. The killer has sealed all the exits downstairs." What did all that mean? I was destined to die in Chapter 1? Was there absolutely nothing I could do to get out of this? And who the hell was the hero? Why was everyone talking about him without mentioning his name?

Lei slapped his thigh. ..so that was it! He sighed. I knew something was not right.. The main character of this book, the evil magician, was a very talented, handsome young man. His childhood sweetheart, whom he knew from a different school, happened to be also a very excellent man. Both the main character and his childhood sweetheart are men. In other words, this novel was a gay one. Lei’s expression was blank. He thought hard on the plot of the book his friend suggested for him to read, trying to connect them with the one he’s holding.

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

I eased the heavy volume from its place, its leather cover cool and smooth beneath my fingertips. The pages told a story, a myth given flesh. It spoke of a great mage who challenged a creature of shadow and ruin named K'tthar, a being who had laid waste to entire landscapes in its devastating rampage. The tale praised the courage of the city's heroes who ultimately sealed the dark entity away, but it was a poet's account, not a scholar's. The prose was beautiful, the narrative heroic, but it was a song, not a schematic. It offered no names, no incantations, no specifics of the magic they wielded to achieve the impossible. With a sigh of profound frustration, I closed the book and slid it bac

This time it was Devoe that answered back. "You guys should kindly hand over the ancient book. I couldn't find it in the building where I was sealed. The book holds the key to my victory". Devoe said, which kind of confused the heroes. "We don't have the ancient book, someone else stole it". Dave said which made Devoe laugh. "You think you can fool with such a lie". Devoe created fireballs in his hand, laughing and looking at the heroes. The heroes thread their step back ready to fight if he eventually changes to his beast.

The book is called JERICHO (For obvious reasons) Follow my In$t@gr@m account of you want to read any of my kindle books or paperbacks : the handle us @authorkyliegopal.

He had read all seven twice and the first three a third time because the world-building in the early volumes was genuinely excellent, before the plot started prioritizing the hero's romantic complications over the political infrastructure. The hero: Calen Ashford. Platinum-tier by Volume 6, the youngest in three generations. Motivated by a genuine belief that villain-blooded nobles were a systemic threat, which the novel framed as correct through the behavior of every villain-blooded noble the reader actually met. He was not stupid, not cruel, and functionally impossible to outfight at any tier Kael could realistically reach in the next decade.

His hair brushed towards my cheek. “What are you reading?” He asked as he looked at it. I got excited when he asked because I wasn’t able to talk about it as much y’know. “So in this book, the heroine was a girl born into a ducal household and the male lead is a knight from their house-“ I started. He looked so interested. “-and the two ran away to pursue their own love,” I told him excitedly. When I looked at him, I saw him smiling at me. I got a bit conscious that I can feel myself heat up. I cleared my throat.

and if you’re really doing this for her, don’t ever expect anything in return. Finally decided, Hero looks up at Lyra's condo building one more time then leads his motorbike to the building just next to it. He disappears into the underground parking area, reappears at the front desk, gets greeted by the lone guard sitting behind the desk, then finally enters the elevator. The condo unit he enters was obviously newly cleaned. Hero smiles at the fresh smells and neat dustless interior. He was about to take a bath but he realizes that Lyra’s scent was still on his chest, shirt, arms…

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.