Anti Protagonist Novels & Stories

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

My father betrayed me when I least expected, that’s as my mistake, expecting someone that didn’t care for me, he did what he has to say, sold me out and had me and a few trusted men get ambushed by my enemy and he never spoke about Damien until that day; he had said that; famine would be happy if he sees me like that. I was beaten, he didn’t kill me, he wanted me to suffer and I can still recall us face, the enemy had that made me suffer do so long and my agent made a deal with the devils what they didn’t know what that, I am the devil, I am their God and they are going to get ruined. He hit me all the time, his name was Antonio; he always had a smirk on his face when he thought that he woul

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.

Yara looked at the ant, which was as tall as he was, and was speechless when he heard Norm name it 'Little Ant'. "That's how I name all my Nefarious Undead and Dark Beasts. That child and general Nefarious Undead were called Little Boy No. 13 and Little General No. 4," Norm replied matter-of-factly. While they were speaking, Little Ant No. 1 had sped forward to fight the other evil beings. It had the help of Norm's talisman, which boosted its speed, defense, and attack. It was more powerful than the other evil beings. The ant was like a wolf among sheep as it made a killing among them.

It was both alarming how this pocket-sized woman held the power to tamper with my thoughts, to make me forget the difference between heaven and hell. She held the power to turn me into a monster and a saint. Looking at the small scar under her ear had my chest tightened. And the regret and guilt resurfaced. Antonio was not after me today, he was after her. He wanted to avenge his bastard son. And to do that he’d would’ve killed Rara. Just to spike me. To make sure I remain alone and lonely. To tell me who had the upper hand. He hated me for killing Adriana, and I hate him for killing my mother. His was just a man who impregnated my mother, I was just one of the many sperms he spilled inside

“I don’t blame you. It’s only natural for kids of our age to believe that only heroes can fight against evil. But I’m done with believing those bluffs. I’ve moved on. Up until now we’ve been living in a mirage created by mom where we could see that the world is a peaceful and beautiful place. But the reality speaks differently. You know what I believe.......? At that time I couldn’t recognize my little brother. He used to be a noble, simple minded and an angel but this was the time when he turned into a complex, twisted minded devil. He said, “ To annihilate the evils, you have to be…..THE DEVIL…..”

“But it won’t work. You can’t win.” I took a step forward, gun in hand. “You’re wrong.” Antonio turned around slowly, a dark smile creeping across his face. “You really think you can kill me, Hayden? You’re nothing without me. You’re just a kid who thinks he’s stronger than he really is.” “I’m stronger than you think,” I said, my voice steady. His smile faltered. He stood up from his desk, his body language shifting to one of menace. “You really think you can take me down? After everything I’ve done for you?”

I said, pushing him away to look him in the eye “my son’s father is going to be his idol. I do not expect you to be backing out when the first impact hits you. You have survived so many bullets that I am surprised that this one hurt you this much” “Yes, I understand that it hurts, and yes, I am very well aware that some bullets hit harder than others. But you are Dante D’Angelo, son of Angelina D’Angelo, and despite you hating him, Giovanni D’Angelo. No, I never want to compare you to him in terms of morals, or the way he acts around things. But I know one thing about that fucking bastard, and it is if he starts something, he does not stop until he’s done with it. No matter what the cost is,

If anyone told me that I had a sworn enemy from the time that I hadn't been conceived possibly, I would find it really hard to believe. So Antonio was a shadow from my past and he only wanted to avenge his father,s? that surely sounded like a shit head villain. The wronged villain or the wrong villain? Technically, he was the wrong villain because it was nobody's fault that his father decided to be an ass and did so much atrocities that made the moon goddess visit them with plagues. That only happened on rare occasions and if the gravity of his offence would be able to warrant that, then it was surely one hell of a problem.

Emperor’s group, my group and I were about to head off and face Mia. When suddenly I saw someone walking from a distance “it’s been a while Arnold” he said as I saw an inkling boy wearing gangsta spike wear, spiked bikini included “do you know him Great Uncle?” Susie asked “yeah it’s Demise, he was supposed to be the original antagonist for my old story Global Unity. But I changed the antagonist from Demise to Corona for my story Global Unity {Revamped}” I said.