False Protagonist Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if I should thank him or kill him. “I’ll be right back.” I said and made sure Jules wasn’t too far from June. “Did you not see us?” I said to him as we walked. “Huh?” He replied confused. I snatched the controller from Theo and began playing. “So, you and June. What’s really going on?” Theo sat beside me. “I already told you. We’re fake.” I responded. “Didn’t look like that to me.” He laughed. “I told him the same thing. He looks at her like…” Max started. “I don’t even know but they sure as hell don’t look fake. Or, the acting is phenomenal.”

I was already getting used to having a normal life. I also wondered how that prophecy could be broken. What was in that book that I had to to in order to be fry from all this? I remembered the night I had found pain writing on my wall and how he told me the prophecy cannot be changed. But then we are evil and it is possible that pain had lied and tricked me into believing so. It is also possible that pain was telling the book and the book was fake. But if the book was fake then it wouldn't have know the prophecy in the first place would it?

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.

"All I know is that you lied. About everything. And now you want what? My sympathy?" I need you to believe me," I told him, finally letting the tears come. "Please. Mikhail—he's not the person you think he is. He's bad. I found out about the prophecy. I found out about the book. He's using me for something bigger—he thinks I'm the key to his sick legacy!" Alberto just shook his head. "You're still lying," he told me coldly. "You'll say anything now that things aren't working in your favor. You're not a victim, Clara. You're just an opportunist."

Mothers bowed their heads in gratitude. Back to the Salvatore's pack, Alpha Bruno had finally concluded his investigation. He had immersed himself in gathering testimonies, reviewing records, and personally verifying every fragment of information. Alpha Bruno made his way back to the main hall, where the Alpha Lord awaited him. Bruno approached with steady steps and halted at a respectful distance. He bowed his head briefly before lifting his eyes to meet his father’s. “Father, Villion spoke the truth. The warrior known as Cairo has been living under a false identity. His persona is fabricated. Therefore, what is your decision?” Bruno asked seriously.

the dean turned to the real August, “only discovered the impersonation recently?” “I didn’t just discover it,” August said. “I lived it. He didn’t steal my name out of malice. He did it because he didn’t think he was worth anything on his own.” Ash flinched beside him. Dean Hargrove didn’t soften. “That may be, but identity fraud” “Wasn’t for profit,” August cut in. “Wasn’t for manipulation. It was survival. I’m not saying it’s okay. But I am saying it’s… explainable.”

All of New York knew that Caspian Solis, the Don of the Solis family, worshipped the ground I walked on. Then an ambush left him with amnesia. Not only did he forget me and our twenty years together, but he also mistook his secretary, Ivy, for the love of his life. He tossed our matching bracelets and stared at me with dead eyes. "You are not my type. Ivy is the woman I love." My heart shattered. I tried everything to help him remember. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his right-hand man: "Don, how long are you going to keep this up? What if your wife finds out you are faking the amnesia?" Caspian exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, completely unbothered. "She won't." "I just wan

His face was raw with emotion, his eyes wide, filled with a pain that stretched far beyond anything I’d ever imagined. “What is this?” he whispered, his voice shaking as he looked around, clearly confused. “What have you done?” “You wanted to manipulate me,” I said, stepping closer, feeling the pull of this illusion—this truth—settling over us. “You’ve spent my entire life using me, twisting me, controlling everything I’ve ever known. But this?” I spread my arms wide, taking in the world we stood in, the soft golden light. “This is your truth.” The Prophet’s face twisted with confusion. “This isn’t real,” he said, his voice growing frantic. “You’re trying to trap me in an illusion. You can’t

One of them asked in a loud voice. "Yes. If she deceived us once, what's the assurance she won't do it again?" "That Veronica Morgan is such a liar and pretender. She even faked her health crisis just to get our pity." One of the lady's present at the protest turned around and glared at them. "We made a mistake the first time listening to all of you. Veronica is trustworthy. We shouldn't have doubted her in the first place." "You're a fool. Don't defend a thief like her!" The hired woman charged back.

"I investigated you. I would not allow someone to enter my house without first being investigated. —Firstly, I didn't ask to enter your house and secondly, you have no right to investigate me. “Thanks to that I understand the problem, Aileen. A year ago something important happened in the company, there were many changes and, unfortunately, one of those was cancellations of scholarships which I didn't want but my father arranged it that way. Who you have to take it out on is him, not me. -Liar. Your name was on that paper, you yourself gave the conference. Oliver thought about it for a bit. "Okay, it was me. I couldn't convince you. -What do you want me to do? -Any. You can't do anything, id