Anti Protagonist Novels & Stories

PTSD. REVENGE. SCÀRS. SLÀPPING. STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIA TORTŮRE. TOYS. VIOLENCE. *The author does not promote such practices and neither advices you to do so. If you think any of the above subjects could stress you and isn't for you, do not proceed, but if you think you can handle an Anti-hero like Jeremiah Sokolov, please be ready for the ride ahead. I hope by the end of this book, you'll fall in love with these characters.

he stepped closer, crowding me with his massive body. “It was very attractive,” I purred, feeling the effect of his closeness skating across my skin. The heat of his body… and his eyes, distracted me. “Standing up for me… for Sin.” “I don’t take lightly to those who treat people like shit,” his nose brushes against mine. “I’m more of an anti-villain.” I tossed a look towards Finn, who was watching us with a curious gaze, “Finn is more of an anti-villain,” I winked at him, watching him long enough to see the flush overtake his cheeks before returning my attention to Azure. “You’re just the hero.”

“Oh, you’re pulling my fuckin’ leg. I know it’s the bad guy.” “No,” I reply, calmly writing a line under the section I’ve called ‘wrong’ on the paper. “It’s the opposing character to the protagonist.” “Which is the bad guy.” My eyelids lower as I stare at him. “And if the protagonist is a villain?” Alex opens his mouth to protest. But then he pauses. Looks up, his mouth twisting. Then he scrunches a bit in his seat, nose wrinkling. I smile back triumphantly, to which he rolls his eyes.

I ask, aware of his previous lack of empathy for others. "I can see that it hurts you," he replies. "You know, I used to believe that we were destined to be opposites. For all the compassion you possessed, I lacked it. While Ashton Johnson took on responsibilities, I was left with none. In everyone's eyes, you were the hero, and I became the villain." A tear slowly rolls down his cheek, falling off his jaw. It crushes me, almost suffocating my chest. "You're not the villain to anyone," I assure him firmly. "If anything, you're the anti-hero. And people often love those more."

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

Maybe I'll just hold onto that fact. "I know, Pat. Zeke told me he loves me and I trust him. And besides, I can make my own path, not letting the author decide my destiny." "Even if you'll gonna be the antagonist? " "I don't know. I can't be. As a reader, you know how we hate the antagonist." I stated. I know, I may look like the antagonist but I don't like to be one. And if ever I am, I know why antagonist are so hard of making a man they love, love them back thought there's someone who had their hearts already. It feels like owning a copywrited book.

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

I made sure to keep my hands visible but I was still ready to move if I got the chance. "Really? Let's see." Antonio held his gun steadily while he talked, but his eyes never left mine. "You've built an empire through violence and intimidation. You've killed men who stood in your way. You've lied, manipulated, and destroyed anyone who threatened what was yours." "That's different,” I argued. "Is it? The only difference between us is that you pretend to have a conscience about it." Antonio's laugh was very loud even as the helicopter’s rotors kept making noise. "Tell me, Dante, how many men have you killed in the name of protecting your precious Flora?"

This time, my rival had sent his own younger brother. "Please... don't hurt me. I'll disappear. I won't say a word," he begged through tears. I looked at him without interest, begging rarely changed anything. It certainly wouldn't change this. I gave a small wave, and my bodyguards grabbed him, preparing to tie him up. "Please! There's... there's a bomb in the hotel... and around the area." A bomb? I underestimated them. "Who planted it?" "Pierre Antonio." Pierre... I'd never met the man before. At this point, I wasn't even sure who my real rival was anymore. I gave him a cold stare, he swallowed hard.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.