Anti Protagonist Novels & Stories

"Of course, why not. So far, I have never wanted to take full sides with you, but without realizing it I have done it. The rice has turned into porridge, what will I do to be able to bring all this back. As the saying goes, it's all too late, even though I really want to, I still can't do anything." Just like what Naomi did, Putri also did the same thing. "Sounds like you've given up. Good, that's what I want." Naomi was seen smiling which was also replied to by her partner. "Just like the film that happens, that playing the role of the antagonist will only have a hard time for a short time. If it still hasn't reached the bright spot then the actor will overly dominate the situation. I think

My answer. "Then steal him." He said again. "They're happy now. I’m not gonna ruin it." I answered again so he scratched his head. "Do you really love him? Every time I give you ideas you always have a reason." He says. I sighed. "In this story, I should be the protagonist. Not the antagonist. If they're happy, then I should be too." I said while staring at them laughing happily.

My eyes focused on the door in which she had just been in and his words found a way just like an empty parasite to traverse through my brain. He was right, I didn’t care enough to be the hero. But there was something he was entirely missing. I didn’t care enough to reach out for gods, or whatever metaphorical nonsense he was spitting through his chapped lips. I simply lived, and so I was going to be the god of this world. Did that make me an antagonist? It did. The only difference was she was mine and would remain so. The savior of this story belonged to me and I would make sure the world knew her as one.

And if Antonio thinks protecting her means he owns the ground she stands on, he’s made a very expensive miscalculation. Minah is mine. Not because I want her. Because she belongs to the life I built. And I will not watch another man touch what I refuse to let go of. Not him. Not anyone. The city keeps glowing beneath me, ignorant and obedient. I set the glass down carefully. This isn’t over. The problem with men like Antonio is that they mistake intimidation for intelligence. I know his type. Built on violence. Sustained by fear. He believes proximity equals power, that standing in a doorway makes him significant. That guarding a woman makes her loyal.

Antonio continued, “I wasn’t always like this. Cold, selfish. A lot of things made me who I am today. Losing my parents at a young age, having to fight for myself… it all shaped me into someone who had to survive, no matter what.” Cassandra looked at him, trying to find lies in his gaze, but found none. For the first time, she saw a human side to Antonio, one that had been hidden beneath the mask of a cunning and manipulative man. And that made everything so much harder. Over the past few weeks, Cassandra had used every tactic to get close to Antonio. She had become part of his inner circle, teasing, manipulating, and creating moments to get closer. But as time went on, she began to see thin

While tapping the girl's back, he soothed her emotions. Cristine felt like she was the bully right now. The book's main antagonist. Isn't it true that the protagonist always has someone to save them when they're in trouble? This is the storyline. She was the antagonist, while the girl was the protagonist. The protagonists were always surrounded by brain-dead folks. They are willing to put their lives on the line for the protagonist. See? Isn't that a case of brain death? Cristine had no idea what Mary Sue's story she had just read.

Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary Cop/Detective with a fixation on their love interest I sigh, shaking my head. “I like the obsessive lover trope, but this list feels too... safe. There’s no real darkness. I want something darker than just an obsession.” Jenni nods and moves on, her pen flying across the page. Anti-Hero Criminals: Arms Dealer Underground Fighter Thief or Master Con Artist Gang Leader Corrupt Politician I burst out laughing at “Corrupt Politician” and cross it out. “No way. Too realistic, and not in a fun way.”

“Does anyone have any idea?.” “I think we can rule out peaceful talks," I say. “Why?” Beta Casion asked. “I think this person is fixated on power. He or she has spent years building an army and followers. They are not likely to stand down without gaining some kind of power. I don’t know that we have anything to offer them for peace negotiations. I mean, they already have land and money.” “I agree.” Beta Jona says. “The person that would start a rebellion to overthrow a king, wants ultimate power. He or she uses the promise of power to get others to follow them. They are not likely to settle for anything less than total power or death.”

But as for this life, he definitely wouldn't live a boring one fighting against opponents he couldn't defeat, he chose his battles and his enemies wisely, and these pair, were definitely not one to be reckoned with. Rodolfo watched Antonio's retreating back with astonishment on his face, he had always known Antonio to be one who derived fun from antagonizing and ruining other people's lives, he kidnapped teenage girls for his own amusement, however, not many people knew that those girls he kidnapped were mean and disrespectful girls who also antagonized others, so he had fun torturing them until they lost their lives.

Nothing to do with me my ass! Look at me now, stuck in this world where in the end it would be destroyed and ruled by those protagonists! Damn it! I am not a Mary Sue, a saint nor a protagonist who would plan to save this world and save those countless innocent lives that were killed by the war because of the schemes of those so-called protagonists in the act of saving the people from the villain boss but they are the real villain in the end. While this so-called villain boss... I glanced at Phoenix whose hand was tightly wrapped around my waist as if he wanted to tell everyone that I'm his.