Female Protagonist Novels & Stories

she mumbled a reply. I pulled her to a stop, images of our intimacy flooded my mind as I reminisced on Flower's looks. "She has the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen, sea-green, it's just like staring at the ocean from the seaport, her touch soft and caressing. Her hair is brown, long and wavy, though her outfit was totally out of it, she is still gorgeous" I chortled slightly, "I'm sorry, the details weren't that necessary right?"

"So you're asking me to forget how to fight like a man and fight like a woman?" "Fight like the girl that you are. Bernard or whatever his name is has nothing to fight for, nor does he have nothing to live for. Where is his revenge? Where is that drive, that motive? He is without substance. But Haelyn? Oh, she has everything to fight for and live for. She is the substance and the substance is her. Her life is on the line. That's who you should become, not the other man without a purpose. Sometimes all it takes to win isn't just how well you can fight, Haelyn. It is how much you really want victory. Because at the end of the day, that's what it really boils down to." Victory.

The sweet and gentle heroine needed someone tall, handsome, and strong to come in and fight her battles for her. This was a classic moment where the female lead would faint and her hero would crash through the door. He’d pull out his sword and fight the villain. They would fight to the death and would end with the villain dead on the floor. I wanted it, wished for it, but I knew better. This was no fairy tale and my prince charming had left me. I would not be that frail pathetic woman. I wasn’t Cinderella and it was about time I realized that Prince Charming wasn’t going to come and save me.

Before you continue to read this story, please, read this first! ↓ The female lead is sensitive and lovelorn. She doesn't know how to talk back and yes! Girls like that exist. Not everyone is born witty and brave. Especially, the girls that are raised in a torturous environment. They are meek and mostly have a gentle heart. I know because I have lived with one! I am lucky enough to be her friend. No matter what anyone said to her she never reacted back because she is a kind soul and would never hurt anyone. The trauma she endured left her weak and vulnerable. The female lead is inspired by her and yes! She knows and permitted me to write such a character.

In case that Jean betrayed me, I should be ready for that situation. I can hurt him if that’s what the situation calls for. What’s the harm in doing that when I am the villainess? ‘A villainess were always made powerful for a reason.' It was always the female lead who was weak and pitiful, then they would be labeled as kind-hearted and like an angel if an antagonist acted opposite her demure personality. It was always like that. ‘But Rosine felt different.’ Though she may appear innocent, I have this intuition that there was more than what meets the eye.

“Listen to me, son.” “"If she were just some model, actress, or a casual fling who came and went, I wouldn't even be standing here wasting my breath to discuss this with you," Raaj said, his voice dropping to a low, frustrated murmur as he leaned across the desk, trying to punch through the thick wall of Dev's indifference. "Because I know how those women operate— they know the game, they’re willing to be in your orbit, and they understand the terms. But this girl...

Niylah, light and graceful as ever, got out of the way, the water wrapping around her like a graceful veil that shimmered and refracted the sun's rays. Artemisia could show no expression, no favour for any of the fighters but through her hard and indifferent exterior, I could still see her pride in her protégé shine through and it was beautiful. The two of them faced each other again, panting and covered in sweat. Sephora exhaled deeply, her hot breath setting the air aflame for a while and heating the water in the air. I could see the fire in her eyes, the orange in them burning brighter. “Yes, Sequoia,” I encouraged under my breath, signalling the other sisters to back away. “Let your pass

Jocelyn Hiddleston turned around, her nose starting to bleed, her face not looking good. "I am a person who stands for the weak and the beautiful. Always for justice, go forward to serve." Loud cheers welled up in Phedra Elizabeth's chest. "For someone like you, I have met too many times in the previous novels that I have read. Hardly anyone likes the genre like you. Consider yourself sublime, how talented you are. How can you brainlessly bully a weak girl who lacks resistance?" "I know the female lead is not weak, but in acting, the hero must save the beauty and the beauty must be the weaker sex." A line of thoughts ran through Phedra Elizabeth's mind.

I made a decision in my head, building new courage. First, I thought of different types of female leads that I remembered from the CEO's character romances. There was "the weak beauty" – nothing like me at all, "the naïve and dumb beauty" – still, not even close, and finally, "the average, hardworking girl" – more like my type.

We only had warriors train before the attack after the attack that changed. We had to asked for help from one of the largest pack in the U.S. we were falling apart and Sammy was not in a good place after his dad died. We made many changes the Alpha from Pine Mountain is extremely smart and knowledgeable. The Beta and about a dozen warriors were sent to train us and help rebuild. We found out that the Alpha is actually the first female Alpha and she even has the Goddesses chosen mark. She made suggestions on moving some things to make the pack more protected. We also completely changed the patrols as they were not strong and had many week points.