The Never Hero Novels & Stories

Nicola frown, a good friend of his, she knew all his friends, then she realised who he meant. “Shane?” she smiled, “Are you seeing him today?” Richard nodded; Nicola’s smile grew, and she did a happy clappy dance. She was going to meet the most important person in Richard’s life. She knew anyone else in Richard’s life could come and go at any time, but Shane was a constant. Like any parent Shane was Richard’s world, and she knew this man would do anything for his son.

“Son of a bitch.” Will shook his head. “Yeah. I know. Let’s just get out of here.” “They’re having a party,” Mark said. He shifted to the side, staring at the scene in front of him. Three or four long tables had been shoved together like the bar did when sports teams came in after their games, but on this night, no one was celebrating a great pitch or brutal body check. This night, the guest of honor was a blond kid with cold green eyes, sitting at the head of the table with his hand wrapped around a mug of beer. He was smiling at the woman next to him as if she were the most beautiful and charming thing he’d ever seen. The rest of the extended table was lined with laughing, celebrating drin

Tears blurred my vision until I could barely see the road. I forced myself onward despite the ache in my ankles. Strange birdcalls echoed around me, and I hugged my arms in fear. I had no idea how long I'd walked when my phone finally lit up. I had a faint signal at last. I immediately made a call. Before long, I heard a helicopter overhead. The moment I saw it, my body finally gave out, and I lost consciousness. I knew then that no one would ever take my place again.

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

The one the world wouldn't get to see. "The Real Noah Hale: The Boy Beneath the Captain, The Grief Beneath the Game." I don't know what really inspired that title. My fingers kept flying across the keyboard, my heart pounding harder with every sentence. This wasn’t the safe, professional profile the media department wanted. This was raw. Honest. Dangerous and crossing the line.

The screen flickered, and the performance data vanished, replaced by rows of late-night chat logs documenting his harassment of me. At the same time, those two vulgar voice messages echoed through the auditorium. "Meg, you look just like your sister in that dress… Why don't you keep me company tonight? I'm so lonely." "The company's annual celebration is in three days. Ms. Eva Taylor from headquarters will be attending in person. I'm quite familiar with her secretary. If you still want that Amberton assignment, you know what to do. Fix the proposal for me." The crowd erupted into chaos.

Before I could ask why, he claimed he needed the bathroom and disappeared. When someone liked another person, it showed in the small details. When they did not, that showed too. Thinking about all of that, I shook my head and reluctantly refused. “Maybe not…” The doorbell rang at that moment. I took the chance to escape and hurried to answer the door. A girl I had never seen before stood outside. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and she smiled brightly at me. “Hi. I am looking for Elias.” I froze. [Ahhh, it's our female lead baby!]

Matteo continued to tempt me, still refusing to give up. Just then, his assistant pushed past the bodyguards standing at the entrance. “Mr. Matteo, this is the Mr. Caleb Warren you’ve been trying to work with!” The smile on Matteo’s face disappeared. Having never been so defeated in his life, he walked out in a daze. Some of his men wanted to follow after him, but Caleb stopped them. What else could a man, who had been crushed in every possible way, do now? For the rest of his life, he would live plagued by self-doubt.

There was more and more of it. I called his name repeatedly, but he never answered. When I looked up, I saw Esther sitting in the passenger seat of his car through the window. She was looking at me through the window too. She saw me falling down the stairs, me lying on the ground, and the blood pooling around me. Yet she never warned Timothy. She simply watched. She then smiled and rolled up the car window. Once their car was gone, I dragged my bleeding body toward the front door. I clawed into the grout lines between the tiles until my nails broke.