Protagonista Subestimado Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes, “And who doesn’t know that?” “You apparently, seeing as you overslept while your enemy was sleeping underneath you.” “Because I was certain that my enemy wasn’t going to kill me that night.” “Yeah, but he left you for dead. Can’t you see that he’s trying to get others to do his job for him? It’s you who should cling to him. Be submissive and try to soften him.” “I should be submissive and try to soften my cousin, who is, by the way, also my rival and sworn enemy? Did King Kaito hit your head on the wall without you remembering? I think there’s a glitch in your brain.”

“But my family had already fallen apart, disappeared into thin air. Right now I can only rely on myself, and there’s no one supporting me.” “The so-called impressive appearance might only be my past haunting me.” “Alright, Deputy Branch Leader Walker. What’s the point of you interrogating me?” “Are you trying to make me your live-in son-in-law?” “But you should’ve noticed it by now. I’m just playing around with Lady Walker.” The passion on Justin’s face had dissipated quite a bit. After confirming Harvey’s background and capabilities, he no longer had interest in Harvey. A man without a prominent school and extraordinary background, only relying on himself to accumulate his skills bit by bit

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

Vivian couldn't even seek her mother's protection at this moment, and that was why she could only hug herself while crying. “I... I have betrayed my husband. I'm a bad wife. Stanley was right that I am a bad person,” she muttered through her tears, and when she was at her lowest, she even remembered how a child called her a bad person, and he even said that she was a witch.

“No one is going to trust you with a weapon. You aren’t trustworthy.” “I—” “And if you were really interested in proving them wrong, you wouldn’t be attempting to get in the way. You wouldn’t just stand around waiting for someone else to do something. You’d help. You’d contribute. You’d at least apologize, and---” He shut his mouth with a loud click and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. I stared up at him as if I didn’t know him. This wasn’t Candido. This had to be Estella’s enchantments still affecting him.

Exterminating that filth when I was barely eight earned me quite the reputation in the inner circles. It was the main reason the vampire king agreed to Leo's request of taking me as a protégée. They didn't want to lose someone with my 'potential'. I tried to explain so many times to Leo that Marco did most of the work. That I just took advantage of his plan, his poison, and most importantly of his overconfidence to enlarge the scope of the coup. But he didn't agree. He thinks that letting him do the most dangerous and hardest part of the plan to fit my own was simply genius.

“Where did all of your cocky attitude go? Should you not be saying that the enemy will not stand a chance against you and that you’ll be the reason Estril is victorious.” “I say those things when it's convenient for me. In reality, the amount of numbers Paria-Drae has is enough to wipe us all out in a couple of hours.” “Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for

"I'm quite disappointed. I expected a lot more from you, and the best you could come up with is such a silly trick." "Oh please, everyone knows plan A’s doesn't always work out. Besides, I was testing the waters. I wanted to know how deep your influence over this city is." I shrugged, acting unfazed, but ugh, I was so pissed. How could I fail just like that? I underestimated him too much. The devil really owned Sinclair. "I hope your curiosity was satisfied. We don't want another underwhelming escape plan, do we?" "Oh please, my plan was smart and unexpected. You're just trashing it so I'll be discouraged and give up." I argued and glared at him.

I nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. "I’ll do something about it. I’ll find the truth," I murmured with a deep sigh. "You'd better," she stated, turning on her heel and walking out, leaving me with a fresh set of doubts. I spent the next few days in a state of restless contemplation. Carmen was right; it was a fatal error to underestimate the enemy’s hold over the prize. I needed to understand Tristan’s psychological grip on Sara. It would be foolish of me to continue thinking I was invincible simply because I was stronger. I had risen to power not just on the sheer strength of my claws, but on my ability to outthink and outsmart my enemies. Yet, when it came to Tristan, I wa

Until Antonioni. “Idiota figlio di puttana,” I muttered under my breath, pouring myself a drink. The glass nearly cracked under the pressure of my grip. Like marionettes dangling over a pit of fire. Every wire cut was a deliberate insult. He’d played us. All of us, with the help of Cristo. That bastard I picked up from the slums and washed. He'd betrayed me. And now the streets knew. We weren’t invincible. We were bleeding.