The Unlikely War Hero Novels & Stories

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.

The people used to have communal gatherings where the elders would tell stories of their history. I continue to search amongst all the books I can possibly get to. Hours pass without my notice. Alexander quickly clocks out on the activity, leaving me all alone in my quest. According to him, it's too boring to hold his attention. I come across a book that catches my attention. Its a record of all the crimes the members of the warlock community have committed. I look through the list, searching for anything that looks like murder. There's only theft, fights, assaults and other crimes but no murders. Then I come across one particular name on the list – Zechariah Hunt.

Livia stayed beside her, Alessandro pacing in frustration, Sergio tapping furiously at his laptop, Carlo muttering about frozen accounts. The war wasn’t fought with bullets tonight. It was fought with paper, perception, and poison. And for the first time, Clara understood—this was how empires bled before they ever burned.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

My mechanics were flawless–and because I could crush heavy spenders without spending a single cent–I built a massive reputation. People called me the F2P Mage God. Half a month ago, the old secondhand computer that fought alongside me for years finally gave out. I only just returned to the Cole family and did not get around to setting up a new rig yet. To participate in a guild war tournament, I borrowed Janet Cole's laptop once to log in. I did not expect her to secretly save my password. My parents are soft-hearted. Even after discovering she was not their biological daughter, they could not let go of the years of attachment. So she stayed–still the second young miss of the Cole family.

Zack asked Tony as if reading his thought. " I have never had any dealings with him and we are not in the same league of businesses, so I don't know what he wants," Tony responded sounding angry thinking about what Christy will be going through at the moment. " Man, we need to act quickly before it is too late, he is a psychopathic person and does evil things to women, delay will be dangerous," Zack said and he called his guards to go directly to Willy Poker's house, while on the other hand, Mick has called the military working for them and gave them the location of where they will be needed for the rescue work that was coming down soon..

"Why? He was being rude, and we don't condone things like that." "He..he is an exception." Nicole stammered. I tilted my head towards her, "And why is that?" I asked. She looked at me, silent. I looked at Mr. Ben, he was silent too. "Well, someone should say something. Tell me why he is an exception." I said. He laughed dryly and walked forward, leaning his hands on the desk. I couldn't help but glance at his neat and long fingers. "I am Adam Lawrence." My eyes widened on hearing that. I opened my mouth slightly.

"Hey, fellow city folks." God, this is not a city. But anyway… "I am here today with our own war hero, Clayton Jackson…" I am not a war hero either. "He just got back from fighting that evil man in the east, which name we cannot mention." What the fuck is she on about? "The poor lad got hurt down there and had to come home. Even though all our hearts are sore, we are glad to have him back." Whose heart is sore? She is crazy… "But let's not wobble our minds about that; let's get to know the hunk of a soldier a bit better…

He did not know how to bring all this to his excited friend's attention so he let him be to avoid sounding jealous. There were just some things a man had to experience. This was one thing that would change his friend forever. With an uneasy heart, Leo played the loyal friend and helped his friend put together a decent-looking outfit and offered him the best bottle of wine his motel had which was not much.

She demands, her voice raising slightly. Hades...Hera...Their names sound so familiar...I know I've heard them before...The man, apparently Hades, simply shrugs in response. "Don't know, really-or care too much. However, the Amazons have been making my job hell lately with all the people they've been killing, so I'm glad she's been found."