You Can Be A Hero Novels & Stories

Can a person be considered a hero if they applied for the role kahit na nakakulong siya or they had a criminal record? Hmm.. The question was interesting. From my own experience, I would answer this question with a yes. People tend to think na ‘yung mga taong nakakulong or nakulong ay guilty na, but no. I have been imprisoned for a false case. I wasn’t guilty, but nakulong ako. So would I still be considered a hero? Yes, because I saved 2 kids that day. Kahit na nakulong ako, I still felt like a hero from saving them. We shouldn’t assume na lahat ng taong nasa kulungan ay may sala, ‘yung iba inosente pero pinapalabas ng ibang pulis na guilty sila from their imperfect evidences.

He promised he would take me there whenever I wanted. "Hey," the sweetest little voice snapped. It was her, the angel that blessed this earth. There was a boy standing over her and they were both occupied with something on the ground. I doubt they knew each other, much less were related. One held a look of pure devastation and sadness while the other had painted on a cruel smile that I hated. I only managed to catch the last end of her sentence. She said something with the word mean, was that boy being mean to her? What exactly did he say something? Those were very valid and reasonable questions to ask, but I decided to charge ahead without asking myself any of these questions. That would be

Mom, Aunty Yemi, Leonardo and even- "Jay Jay? What are you thinking about? You don't seen to be listening to me at all?" I smiled at her as I scratched the back of my head. "Sorry. I was watching the Okada man and was wondering how wonderful it would be to be a hero." She raised an eyebrow. "A hero? Do you mean like a super hero with the capes and inside out underwear and all that?" I snorted at the description.

" If you want to get the citizen to acknowledge you ,then you need to have power and that power can only be achieved by having a warrior , a magician and a knowledgble man with you." " Tsk... Do you think I will be able to get hold of them within this country. What an crap recommendation." ' As if it's ever going to happen. What an illusional idea.' she thought so. " System detects some messages from the upper hand.. " " System got an inbox message.." " Host you have a new message from the high God. If you want to open then please proceed or you can delete it." " No need. Show me the message." " System got the order..."

"Heroes don't sacrifice themselves because it's easy. They do it because it's right." Theodora considered this seriously. "When I grow up, I want to be a hero like Great-Uncle Theo." "You can be," I told her. "But being a hero doesn't always mean dying. Sometimes it means living bravely. Choosing kindness when anger is easier. Building instead of destroying. That's heroism too." She smiled and returned to playing, leaving me and Aaron alone among the archives. "The Council received something," Aaron said quietly. "A message from an unknown source. About the Architects' decision."

“There’s a reason behind it. The people they’re after are my helper. They once helped me and now is the time to pay them back. Letting them capture them is the same as feeding my helpers with poison. And what will that make me?” Mia loosened her hands from her chest and paced closer to Ala. She placed her hand on his shoulder and persuaded him. “That won’t make you a bad person. It will make you a hero, Ala. It’s difficult, but you don’t have to force yourself to go against your will on in the name of being a good guy to bad people. They don’t deserve you being on the same side as you,”

When I was a kid, people used to tell me to think of a hero. We view them as individuals who can save the world. Most people would think of heroes like Batman and Superman. But what about the heroes who hide among us—the men and women in the line of duty? People who are never afraid of what could happen to them. We all have someone we could call upon who would save us from the harm that might come our way. In many ways my Father was my hero in so many ways . Sometimes when I was alone I used to wonder if he had a hero.

he asked, amused. "Quite so," she answered without hesitation. "You are like one of Lord Byron's heroes." He arched a brow at her. "Aren't they all rather tragic?" "Well, yes, but only because he wrote them so. It doesn't mean a hero has to be tragic." "Don't they?" he challenged. "A good hero must sacrifice something in order to be a hero. Doesn't that by nature make them tragic?" He was surprised by how much he was enjoying sparring with her verbally, and he wondered if she could refute that argument.

They saw me as their hero and were rooting for me to beat that asshole standing between me and my happily ever after. I was no hero. I always assumed the word “hero” meant someone who ran around wearing a dumb costume, saving innocent people, and putting an end to any evil wrongdoings. Yeah, that didn’t sound like me. I was the opposite. Not all bad, but an anti-hero. The last guy you called if you ever needed a favor because the Goddess knew, you never wanted to be indebted to a monster like me.

A jog would probably do the same thing. I pull on my running shoes and a sports bra before heading out with my headphones on. The fist song on is Hero by Chad Kroeger. ‘A hero could save us, I’m not gonna stand here and wait’. Am I hero as a warrior? A general? Is it heroic to lead people into battle? Is it heroic to lead people to their death? People with families that depend on them, love them. But in doing so, saving so many innocent lives? I never thought wanting to protect my people could be such a moral dilemma.