Ticket Hero Novels & Stories

"I have something to report!" The words cracked through the room like a whip. Everyone froze. In the last row of the observers' seats, a young firefighter—Aaron Teager—shot to his feet. "I can testify Captain Finn Decker is not lying!" Every gaze in the room zeroed in on the young man. Director Bollen's frown deepened. "And who are you? Is this your place to speak? Sit down." "Sir! I'm Firefighter No. 4, Aaron Teager, part of that rescue operation!"

Same face, but his eyes always saw too much. “You good?” he asked when I glided closer, voice low enough to cut under the noise. “Focused,” I lied, tapping my helmet into place. He didn’t buy it. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “She’s cute when she’s trying not to look nervous. Front row was a power move.” I didn’t answer. Just grabbed my water bottle and squirted a stream into my mouth, the chill sliding down my throat. Power move. That’s what I’d called it when I texted her the seat number this morning.

The text was updated in big white letters that made the screen shake. BREAKING: CHAMPIONSHIP BOX OFFICE CRASHES AS FANS DEMAND REFUNDS FOR LUCIAN VIREK. The League's official ticket website crashed because millions of fans wanted refunds if Lucian Virek was cut from the team.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

CHINYERE'S HEART BEAT faster as the old man walked up to her. He grabbed hold of her arm and looked at Tobi. "I want her." "Ah, that one," Tobi's father climbed into the truck with help from Tobi. "She's our newest. She's a golden egg, so we're picking the price." "But I'm your most loyal customer," the old man said, "at least let me choose the price." "Sorry," Tobi's father said, "but that is impossible. Eight million Naira."