False Protagonist Novels & Stories

Take note of my sarcasm here. Name: Sarah Plotinus Age: 15 At such a young age, Sarah showed me skills that a mere teenager couldn’t do. She’s notorious for theft, and it amazed me every single time that she was trying to steal from me. She tried several times, and she finally succeeded when I let down my guard. She’s our mini Maria. She would disguise herself as an assassin in order to steal information from the enemy. I was right. It was Sarah. With that look, I’m certain that everyone would have known that she was innocent and couldn’t kill a fly. I was fooled by it for a long time.

They knew they couldn't let the falsehoods overshadow the truth, but the genius behind the plot appeared hell-bent on keeping them on the defensive. A close associate exposed their real loyalty to Anna and the unseen individual pulling the strings in an unexpected turn of events. This treachery shook Luna and Phillip's faith in individuals they felt they could trust. It became evident that their quest for justice would be more difficult than they had imagined. Luna and Phillip dug further into the dark underbelly of the town, desperate to unearth the truth and expose the mastermind. They navigated a maze of deception and treachery by following a trail of cryptic clues. As they faced red herr

She pulled the pen in her inventory intending to throw it out but she got startled after hearing a system warning. ‘Damn I almost lost my points there.’ After hearing the rule, she became careful and think. She decided to find out who the protagonist was, but could it be the protagonist isn’t in the company? But the system said that he’s supposed to be here. And the protagonist looked exactly like the director. Could it be the protagonist isn’t here yet? When she was racking her brains out, a system message popped up on her screen saying the real protagonist has been found!

If not her, then who? Lyman's eyes shifted to Desmond, but dismissed Desmond instantly. His attention finally settled on Lucas. It seemed possible that Lucas had orchestrated the whole thing, but the scale of it all…Was that really worth it just to unravel his false claim? Meanwhile, Lorraine repeatedly scrolled through the feed, staring at the harsh truth. Her mentor, the person she'd trusted, was a fraud. Her hands clenched as she looked up at Lyman, rage and betrayal burning in her eyes. “Are you really a fake?"

Nuella turned back to me, her eyes glittering like broken glass, “Tell me, impostor. Do you really think you can fool Capital City? Do you think you can parade around in a borrowed name and get away with it? I, Nuella Hale, will expose you for the fraud you are!” The crowd hissed with anticipation, feeding off her arrogance. I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled. When I opened them, the warmth had drained out of me. My tone turned cold, every syllable dipped in ice. “Does it look like I’m stupid, Nuella?” I asked softly, but my voice carried, “Do you think I can’t tell the difference between right and wrong? Do you think I can’t see through your pathetic attempt at slander?” Nuella’s smirk on

friend and eat bagels together, when the biker had hit her from behind. Gary opened his left hand and revealed an empty palm. He feigned a shocked expression. Hope gasp, but she was also feigning as they had done this routine before. "Where is it?" "Should we check the right?" He said in an exaggerated inquisitive tone. She nodded with excitement. Gary opened his right hand, but it was empty yet again. "Where?" She kept up with the act. "Where do you think?" He teased.

The situation might get worse if I report. "Are you sure, Eliza? Don't cover up your husband! I didn't raise you just to obey others!” Dad is still making sure. "Yes, Dad. I can take care of myself. Zedrick isn't doing anything to me, so don't worry about me." That's when Dad calmed down, so I came to him and hugged him. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but it's even worse if I report like a child. Even though it was clear to me that Zedrick was cheating, I would still cover for him because this is the life I chose... marrying the man I thought would make me happy for life.

He took the last remaining valuables from the Moore family villa–antiques, jewelry, even all the cash gifts from the wedding–and vanished without a trace. Christine completely broke down. Like a madwoman, she searched for him everywhere, but could not even find a shadow of him. Every day she drowned herself in alcohol, numbing her mind until she passed out beneath highway overpasses. Even the floating comments were stunned. [Holy sh*t, this is your fake-heir male lead? His character setup completely collapsed.] [Can't even call him the male lead anymore. The so-called supporting male character is the real protagonist now. Whoever he chooses becomes the female lead.]

A powerful and elusive figure emerged from the shadows, determined to bring us down and sabotage our efforts. This mysterious adversary, known only as "The Puppeteer," seemed to possess an uncanny ability to manipulate events and individuals to serve their nefarious agenda. They operated with ruthless precision, pulling the strings behind closed doors, orchestrating a web of deception and sabotage. The Puppeteer's actions were not confined to mere threats or attacks on our reputation. They began targeting our allies, sabotaging our projects, and even orchestrating false evidence to discredit our work. It became clear that they were willing to go to any lengths to ensure their grip on power r