The Never Hero Novels & Stories

“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

Then, he turned back to the court. "I’m not a hero," Daniel said, his voice steady but low. "And Jane isn't lying. I did play dirty. I stayed in the shadows when I could have reached out. I let her believe I was dead because I didn't trust the world to keep her safe if I was alive. I prioritized the mission over her heart." A collective gasp rippled through the gallery. Pierce leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. He was watching his rival commit professional suicide. "So you admit it," Thorne pushed, his voice rising in triumph. "You are a man who operates through deception. You admit that you are no better than the man you are accusing."

He followed up with a taunting text, telling me to wait for the day I would come crawling back to him. I was still puzzled over his sudden windfall when Wade Larsen called me. "Holly, who knew you had such a head for business but were clueless about love." I was already seething, ready to let loose a tirade. However, then Wade hit me with a barrage of photos and videos. "It sucks to be stabbed in the back by someone you trusted, right? You're lucky I'm the one telling you. Anyone else might have left you to go broke." I watched the video of Bennett and Wade's conversation and the final offer of 150,000 dollars for their cooperation. There was no mistaking what had gone down.

"The pack is growing stronger every day. You're going to be my one and only mate. What the hell is one ring?" "Be reasonable. Once we're married, you'll have so much more." He always used that phrase to shut me down before I could even start an argument. His promises sounded sweet, but he never followed through on a single one. Seven years ago, he was nothing more than the leader of a small, remote pack, constantly under attack from rival packs. And I was the daughter of the Alpha of the Celestial Pack, the most powerful pack there was. When he confessed his feelings to me, he cried.

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 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.