The Never Hero Novels & Stories

Besides, Julian and I hadn't met for a decade; we probably wouldn't have anything to say to each other anymore. But netizens were a different breed of chaos. I met a friend for dinner, and it happened to be raining when we left the restaurant. Julian held an umbrella for me and said professionally, "Ms. Brown, let me get you to your car." That 100-foot walk was all it took for someone to snap a photo. The next day, "Bodyguard Shielding an Heiress in Rainy Skylar City" was the hottest trending video online. I thought it would blow over soon, but then that old, cringey video resurfaced.

"Mom, this guy's weird. He's always the first one here and the last one to leave. But he never asks for photos or autographs. What does he even want? You think he's trying to steal a painting?" The second I saw the blurry figure on the screen, my chest tightened. We hadn't seen each other in decades, but I recognized him instantly. Sean leaned over for a look too. He clearly realized who it was and started to say something, but I pressed a hand against his arm and lightly shook my head. I smiled at Ellie. "Maybe he's just an older superfan." Ellie looked excited. "Maybe he's the mystery buyer who keeps paying insane prices for my paintings!

"How can this be? It can't be true!" He tried to call me on his phone, but no matter how long he waited, the call just would not go through. "It's just a necklace. It doesn't mean it was my wife's. It could be another one just like it," Charles said, his voice shaking. He was not ready to give up. The officer pulled out something else. "We found a purse that wasn't completely burned up, and inside was the ID of the person who died." When Charles saw the ID, he stumbled back a few steps.

"Goodbye, Avadale." And that was it. He walked out of my life as if he was never in it. I cried my eyes as I said goodbye to the life I've always dreamt of, and the man I'll always love. It was some time later when I came across Nicholas again. I was out in the forest, forging for more herbs and plants for my potions, when I came across Nicholas. He was huddled over something. He was a little far out for him to see me, but I could see him. I could always point him out anywhere. I slowly moved closer and closer, making sure to be as quiet to not to startle him... or to make sure he didn't run once he saw me. I got closer and closer. Just as soon as I mustard up the courage to say something, I

“He's such a good person. He comes to the school during breaks and we have lots and loads of fun.” Wait…. No no no. He had would not do that. It's not possible and there was no way they'd let a stranger into their school. “Did you say he had green eyes like you?” She nodded. What I was fearing was coming into place, “black hair, and he's very tall.” She nodded Fuck. “Yeah. He did say his name. Charles. His name is Charles.” “What did I tell you about talking to strangers?!” I shouted and she staggered back. Tears where running down from my face now. She looked scared and the happiness on her her face few minutes ago vanished.

[1:59 PM] "Frail Girl" *Girl the Gangster was holding hostage*: "So you're saying that it's impossible to trust anyone? Even though I trusted you with my life just now. You didn't so much as hurt a hair on my head. If that doesn't prove it mister..then what does? That makes you a hero! You know, like one of those good guys in books and video games." (Dantzler is currently giving this person a very confused look, as they continue to ramble on.)

Naraya still didn't budge, even though I could sense the pain oozing from her. “Please join me in celebrating the true strength behind the throne…” I raised my voice, letting the Alpha authority echo off the high walls. “Melissa Damon.” The front rows erupted. Steve, my strongest warrior, tore out of his shirt and struck his chest in acceptance, leading the warriors in a synchronized, deafening howl that shook the glass windows. “Oh, Roger,” Melissa whispered, burying her flushed cheeks against my royal white apparel. “You shouldn't have done that.”

"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.

“You don’t owe her anything.” “I know,” I answered, though the words tasted hollow. By noon, reports filtered in from the city. A transaction intercepted. A deal resolved with surgical efficiency. No casualties. No signatures. Just results. “Who handled it?” I asked. “No one we know,” Matteo said. “But the method’s familiar.” I looked up sharply. “Define familiar.” “Timing. Leverage. Pressure points. It’s… disciplined.” I said nothing. That evening, another property flagged red—not burned, but emptied, scrubbed down to bare walls. A place only Victoria and three others had ever known.

, I ran my hand into my black hair, ruffling it up a little more,if it wasn't already messy before and then getting out of bed and heading to the dresser to get a shirt to wear. He glared at me before glancing at the dagger that I had just thrown at him. “Get out” I told him, finally feeling comfortable as I poured myself a glass of whiskey , hoping it would help to ease the annoying headache. He walked towards me,pouring himself a glass and gulping it down all at once. I glanced at him,compared to me with his neat blonde hair styled in place and his elegant and dignified demeanor and enough muscles to show you shouldn't underestimate him,he looked more like royalty than me. I looked more li