Novel & Cerita False Protagonist

“Open it and check the first page. If ‘first’ is written on it, then it’s the original. If not, you have a counterfeit,” Hesitantly, I do as he says, opening the book to the first page. And to my surprise, instead of ‘first’, what I see on it is ‘thirteen’, which might mean this isn’t the original. I hear him speak in mockery soon after, “By the look on your face, I can tell I’m right. Trust Monica to put family first in everything,” when he pauses, I close the book and fling it away. But he still had something to say, “You were talking about me being a hypocrite, which I admit to. But let’s talk about you who decided to act like friends with my daughter but ended up using her to get the tru

“Xavier, how do you have the nerve to say something like that? I’m only here to see how far you’ve fallen, to revel in your miserable life.” He froze for a second, then forced a bitter laugh. “I didn’t think you’d become so sharp-tongued. To be honest, I’ve only ever loved you. Do you believe me?” I spotted the fake sincerity on his face. I knew exactly how empty his words were. How could a man, who knew his future was in ruins, say something like that with a straight face? He probably thought I was still the same Sara, someone he could use whenever he needed. “Does it even matter whether I believe you or not? But your mom... she’d probably be heartbroken to see you like this,” I added, almo

“Why are you doing this Mr. Ben? I thought you genuinely cared for me. I had started seeing you in my father’s place.” Loud guffaws resonated in the room. He tried to say between bouts of laughter, “ You…ha ha ha….. are very naïve, Sia….ho ho ho…. You really believed my pretense…. Oho, oho…oho….” He was laughing so hard that he had to stop talking. When he finally managed to calm down he said, “Or maybe…I am a very good actor. I was pretending to be your well-wisher all this while. It was all a ruse. If I had tried to usurp your property the moment you arrived the Immortal Council would have got suspicious.

Anton asked, his voice strangely tight. “Showing them you,” Sabatine said simply. “Cross painted a cartoon villain. We show the real man. The one whose public and private compass has pointed in one direction for years. A man doesn’t spend a decade building a reputation as the paragon of secure, ethical tech to suddenly become a petty thief for a hostile foreign consortium. The character assassination only works if the character never existed.”

He had to be restrained by the guard. “All of my life, you have lied to me. You had me hating a male I never met thinking he impregnated my mother, killed her and abandoned me when you knew who my father was the whole time. You convinced me when different powers started manifesting in me that I was imagining them, when you knew they were real and finally, you KILLED MY MOTHER!” Terrance yelled. ‘For that you will die.” Terrance kept trying to get to the councilman.

His face scrunched up in confusion so she expatiated. "On that altar, he pretended to be my best friend, King Johannson. On that altar, I thought it was my best friend, King Johannson, I was getting married to. On that altar, the Priest asked if I wanted to take King Johannson to be my lawfully wedded husband. On that altar, I said yes to King Johannson. On that altar, King Johannson in form of Merlione said yes to me. On that altar, the Priest pronounced King Johannson and I married, and on that altar, I kissed King Johannson, not Merlione Fritzgerald. So you see Father, before God and man, I am wedded to King Johannson, not Merlione Fritzgerald." Fr. Peter stared at her with admiration and

Gianna was just a pawn. “This isn’t about you, Alaric. This whole story was not yours. The Rejected Alpha Alaric. You know who is the protagonist?” Selena sneered. She pointed her long nails towards me. “She. Your mate. Oh! Sorry. My bad. Your Luna, Your Love, Your Woman, Your Destiny. She is the protagonist of this story. And you… you are just a pawn. And pawns die, eventually.” Selena whispered. Her red flames got thicker. She wanted to attack anytime. She was just playing. She was turning Alaric against me. I had to stop her.

She asked while looking deeply at him with helpless eyes, he chuckled as he asked, “ Seriously? You think like that? You think my friend is a playboy who can fall for anyone? ” “ I.. I didn't mean that, it's just.. It's just I don't know what part of me he loves? I'm not blaming him but me, I cheated him with my fake personalities, sometimes I played the character that I thought he might love and would fall for me, sometimes I played the character he hates so that he would not fall for me and made me feel guilty and now, I don't know who he loves, I don't even know which self of me was true and which was false, how can I say that he loves me and not those fake characters? ” she asked with w

"Now you're forcing me to do face recognition–aren't you just trying to use that loophole to frame me? "How can you bully me just because you're the real daughter of the Cole family? I may have been switched at birth, but I still have my dignity!" In just a few sentences, she twisted the situation cleanly–dodging the face verification trap, while painting herself as the oppressed underdog being bullied by the real heiress. Before I could even respond, she turned to the five men beside her, shifting tactics instantly. "Accounts can be stolen–but the moments we shared can't be!"

There was the anger of being deceived, the regret of being fooled, but most of all the hollowness left when a dream falls apart. For this so-called chosen one, she had gambled her own future and the good name of the entire Order. And in the end she had found it was, from start to finish, one enormous con. She didn't say a single word for Lucian. She didn't even spare him one comforting glance. Lucian sank into utter despair. He knew he was finished. Garrick and the other two elders were quick on their feet. They flew forward at once and bowed to me in apology.