You Too Can Be A Hero Novels & Stories

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

I'm not perfect, far from it, but I'll do my best for her. I know how fragile her smile is, how easily it can be taken away by the darkness that seems to follow me everywhere. I have a lot to make up for, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. If it means being her hero, then I'll be it. And if it means being the villain to the rest of the world, then I'll wear that title with pride.

"Our Matheo's got a heart of gold, doesn't he?" Zyra leaned in with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she playfully flicked his nose. Matheo tilted his head up with a grin. "Well, someone has to look out for the little guys." "Who's your inspiration for being Mr. Hero?" Scratching his head, Matheo confessed, "Superman." Zyra could not help but let out a hearty laugh.

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

“You’re not just strong. You’re smart. You see the cracks in this place just like I do. And maybe… maybe you’re the only one who can save it.” I stared at him, heart thudding. “I don’t want to be a hero,” I whispered. “You don’t have to be,”

“Did my mom really know you?” I knelt down beside her. “She was a hero.” I wiped smudges of dirt from her cheeks. “Now it’s your turn to be brave.”

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" 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..."

“But what kept me going wasn’t pride or ambition, it was hope. Hope that someday, our work could save someone’s mother, father, brother, or child. Hope that no werewolf would have to suffer in silence again.” The room was silent, all eyes on me. “I wouldn’t be standing here today if it weren’t for my incredible team—Dr. Hayes, Dr. Patel, Amelia, Evelyn, Marcus and everyone else who gave their all. You guys are the real heroes.” I paused, scanning the audience until I spotted Jennifer waving at me from the back. “And to my best friend, Jennifer—you believed in me even when I stopped believing in myself. Thank you.” Applause filled the hall again.

I listened while lounging on the sofa. “ You know,” she said pacing the floor. “you may think that this weakness defines you but it doesnt. It only makes the story better. “ I rolled my eyes. “Yu are a hero in your own unique way And in the event that you want to give up—.” I blinked slowly. “—just keep in mind that Achilles had his heel.” “Okay.” I said drily. “Not all heroes wear capes.” “Yeah. Some carry guns just like me.” I said sarcastically.