We Can Be Heroes Wild Card Novels & Stories

Please give my regards to your Mom and Dad and enjoy your vacation, Kate said to Beth. Thank you bestie, I’ll tell them. I will miss you bestie. Please take care of yourself. Call me soon as you reached, Beth said. Yes I will. I will miss you too bestie you take care as well and they bid goodbye.

All of them screamed altogether and attacked. "Time for a bet. I will have more K.O.s than Hero today," Lance said excitedly. "I will have the most," Miggy answered, not wanting to lose. "Well, let's see about that," Hero said, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. "Let's go!" They threw their bags somewhere and ran to meet the guys with their fists! Hero punched the first guy that got near him with his fist and knocked him to sleep. "One!" he shouted.

"If anyone knows any just cause why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, you have our audience, please speak up now or forever be silen-" "I've got something to say, priest. I've been waiting patiently for this moment because cheating on people is unfair and just because you're a prince doesn't mean you can get away with it. And just because you're getting married to my very best girlfriend doesn't mean you can delay all of us here. Come on, people, can you two just kiss already, let's get to the food part" "Very funny, child. Anyways, if there's no opposition to this accordance, let us proceed. Do thou, Miss Jada Hooks, take Prince Adrian Hayden as your lawfully wedded

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses. The doctors had finally delivered the crushing news: Elara needed a specific, incredibly rare bone marrow transplant within ten days, or she would die. The cost was astronomical, far beyond anything Isla could ever earn or borrow. Desperation had become a cold, heavy knot in her chest, driving away sleep and hope. Two days remained before the deadline when a strange, ornate card appeared on her doorstep, carrying no postage stamp. It simply read: A Solution for the Incurable. Midnight, 15th Street Bridge.

Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer. She thinks of the stories in the group chats and the cautionary tales whispered in Omega support groups: bright, ambitious girls who show up at freshman orientation, only to vanish midway through the first semester. Some reappear years later, glazed-eyed and pliant, their academic dreams replaced by a different kind of purpose. Most don’t come back at all. Lyric's mother warned her every summer—never trust an Alpha in a confined space, never fall asleep with the door unlocked, never believe that your bond is stronger than your ambition. But no warning or suppressant regimen could have prepared her for the reality of i

Definitely in the light pink color. And don’t come back until you have a pair of shoes that match. If you also feel the need to purchase something for dinner tonight, go wild. Wild is how we do it, and I don’t expect any less when I throw my card at you.'

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

"I watched your competition livestream. You were amazing. Congratulations on making it to the next round." For a moment I froze, lost in memories. He used to be the one who wore my victories like they were his own. "Elara, I still love you. I was never truly against your dream. Once Celia has the baby, everything will go back to the way it was. Why do you have to make such a scene?" I looked at him and let out a sharp laugh.

“CHESTER ! CHESTER ! CHESTER !” “CHESTER ! CHESTER ! CHESTER !” “CHESTER ! CHESTER ! CHESTER !” Seems like many wolves were going to be added to my hit list. I AM MIGHTY JEALOUS. I can’t help it. Sue me. “MAKE WAY FOR THE HERO !!!” Ryder, Kai, Jax and Zane shouted together and on beat of the EDM music, Chester jumped up high over his cheering boy band and slid down the ramp which unfortunately (or fortunately ?) ended just where I stood.