False Protagonist Mga Nobela at Kwento

And left with no choice, I went after her to see the person they accused of calling my Luna a rebel while in reality I know she was not. She smirked faintly when I came, hands in her pockets, humming faintly to herself as we walked down the long corridor which led to the dungeon. “Who… is that person?” “Wes James.” “Following my path to become a shameless liar, aren’t you? Wes was our enemy.” It confirmed, they have created a fake scenario to use it to kill her. All for her revenge. “Exactly. That is how façades and manipulations work, Genius. Of all people, you should know about it.”

Then he looked at me, "I already know the truth, but I have to take this woman away. It would be a waste to hand such a devil over to the police." I frowned, but before I could speak, Jack struggled to his feet and knelt in front of me. His trembling hands clutching my trouser leg. He looked at me with pleading eyes. "Jessica, you can't do this. I know she has done many wrong things, but I was the cause of all of this. Come at me if you want revenge. But if it weren’t for us, you would still have been the lonely orphan who was being bullied. If you can let us go, I can forget everything that happened today."

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on

I whirled around, meeting Troy's quizzical gaze. I immediately forced down the panic clawing at my chest and lifted my head with a faint smile. "Oh, I just remembered how a friend told me about an Alpha who betrayed his Luna. I was warning the silver nightingale not to do the same to me." He studied my face carefully, as if trying to peel away my expression and uncover a lie beneath it. It was only when he found nothing unusual that he finally relaxed. He pulled me into his arms, fingers threading through my hair.

"Do you have any proof to back up your accusations?" "Proof?" I asked with a scoff. "The real Dean and Jeremy passed away during the car accident that you meticulously orchestrated a year ago, am I right? Then, the two of you impersonated them, even going so far as to get plastic surgery to take their places. "You stole their identities and trespassed into their home just so you could keep a close eye on Lydia, who noticed that something was amiss." The color had drained from Daniel's and Jeremy's faces by the time I was done speaking. Murderous glints flickered in their eyes before they lunged at me, screaming, "Hand the folder over!"

In that instant, I was branded a bully and a thief that everyone hated. They actually cheered together as they watched the python swallow me whole. Yvonne used my python to skyrocket to fame at the National Day Gala, earning the title of a prodigy in animal training. Brandon even proposed to her in front of the crowd, making them the envied couple who went viral online.

One day, they were caught, and the boy was beaten half to death. "Later, they realized that they could only protect themselves if they became stronger. So, they began training and became the best of the best. Now, they're so strong that they can do whatever they please…" Caroline almost started nodding off. She asked, "Is that true? Why does it sound so cliche?" Kirk's heart leaped into his throat upon realizing that his hastily woven lie was seen through just like that. "Sorry." He apologized. "I made it all up. I didn't do it on purpose—"

Lucas thought his life was perfect. He had almost everything. Everything was complete, and he couldn't complain about his life. But that changed when his grandfather passed away. For the first time, he faced a problem that might ruin his life entirely. Willy, Lucas's friend, asked if he agreed with his idea. Lucas was at Willy's apartment, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breathtaking view of the night. "What else can she do besides agreeing? She no longer needs to work as a prostitute, and I will give her a lot of money. She only needs to be my wife for a few months, and everything will be over." Lucas was desperate, thinking that there was only a dead-end for his problem. For the first

"When did I turn? The truth is, I was never on your side, Liam. Not really. My loyalty was always to the highest bidder. And to the most powerful vision. You offered money. Carlo offered a legacy. A role in rewriting history. You see me as a traitor. I see myself as an artist. The forgery was just the canvas. Your broken heart is a masterpiece." She sighed, a mockery of regret. "You thought you were the player. The CEO. The hunter. But from the very beginning, you were the pawn. Carlo let you think you were chasing him. He let you have your little victories. All the while, he was guiding you right to this moment. To this exact feeling of helpless, total ruin." The screen seemed to pulse with

"I don't know which of them made the call. Maybe all of them. Maybe none of them directly, people like that don't make those calls directly." "But you believe it." "I know it." His voice was quiet and certain. "I've spent ten years knowing it." She turned to face him fully. "Then why haven't you done anything? You have money, resources, lawyers” "Because I don't have proof." He looked at her. "I have suspicion and logic and ten years of watching the same people continue to move through the world untouched. That's not proof. And moving without proof, against the people involved, doesn't end with a conviction." He held her gaze. "It ends with another accident on another coastal road."