Shameless Protagonist Novels & Stories

Reyn's hand fell to his side as he glared at Zale. I stood between them, all three of us naked. Ahhh, two hot male leads, with huge—no, no, no, two hot male leads are fighting over me, this is a dream, I thought, giggling mentally, but keeping a worried facial. But I am the villainess here, isn't this occurring too fast? Trust should be hard to build. But this is a fictional world; anything is possible, I thought, my head turning from side to side, swooning over the muscular bodies.

She lost it when angry and never backed down from a fight in which she would always win, since the opponent wouldn't want to hurt their princess and get into trouble with their ruler or her overprotective brother. She would agree she was a brat in a heartbeat and already knew how annoying it was to the receiver, since she raised her fated madam in the previous world before dying and the girl was the definition of brat. So many attitudes that one way or the other tally with her own, when she was still a pampered princess. Only Ayana was able to understand her and of course her friend who betrayed her. She was just a girl who wanted everything to go her own way and Ayana was loyal to the core,

Though he hasn't explicitly said that out loud, those rare actions of his speak louder than words. But I'll make sure I absorb every technique possible to be able to defend myself. Whether they work against Alejandro or not does matter in the slightest to me. Though the flame that was burning to keep me alive had diminished last night, I still have this shameful urge to please Alejandro. He completely shattered my identity, molded it, and manipulated it into something that feels pride when he praises me. It's disgusting but that's all I feel like I have left in me, the need to please him, the need to avoid any more painful punishments, the need to belong in his sickening, loathsome world. Be

Most of them had their nose on their books, their free hand clenched on the fork as they eat while studying. “They say she has something against the League. It’s only a rumor, though. The only terrible thing about them was that they’re uptight in upholding their justice. It’s not that bad for me. It just proved they befit the role they’re playing. There are just insurgents every now and then, and it is their role to spread mischief, though I’d never seen Shaine caused trouble in the others, only to her sister. It makes me wonder what they’ve been through for her to be like that to Janna.” Shaking her head with a disappointed expression, she stabbed the hotdog with her fork before continuing,

Nala kicked and struggled, trying to break free as she was dragged out and thrown into the dirt outside the mansion gates. Maria ran after Vinichi, sobbing and begging, while Camille sauntered to the gate where Nala stood. “I’ll tell you a little farewell story,” Camille grinned. “Once there was a girl who had no one but her grandma. She was always bullied, always blamed, always looked down on. But one day, she realized she didn’t want to be the loser hero anymore—she wanted to be the villain who always wins. Since then, life’s been awesome.”

"You think you’re special because you caught their eye for a few weeks? You’re a scholarship student, Lila. A charity case in a leather-bound world. When the summer ends, Jax will be back in New York with people who speak his language. You’re just the souvenir he’ll forget in a drawer. I felt Asher move behind me, his dominant aura radiating heat, ready to snap her neck with a single sentence. I put a hand back to stop him. This was my fight "You're right, Sloane," I said, my voice projecting across the bleachers. "I am a scholarship student. Which means I’m here because I’m actually smart, not because my daddy bought a wing of the library to hide the fact that I have the personality of a re

He was adept at manipulating others and thrived on deceit and control due to his predatory nature. Alva is still too naive to believe in love. I clinched my fists in a feeble manner as frustration built up within me. Is there a rationale behind the current state of affairs? I fail to comprehend why my return coincides with James' descent into treachery. I was experiencing an intensifying sense of shame, which was exerting significant pressure on my sternum.

Liam watched as Wade tried desperately to get to his feet but failed miserably. He sneered at this, then stuck a hand in his pocket and sauntered toward his opponent. His every footfall felt like a thunderous drumbeat to Wade, signifying his incoming doom! As alarmed as he was, the most prominent emotion that Wade felt at that moment was shame! He was the leader of the Soul Reaver Guild, and yet he had been defeated and crippled by a young, scrawny-looking man—in front of his subordinates, no less! This was a mortification that he could never possibly live down!

Into the unclaimed hills where rogue packs scratched out survival, where mercenaries drowned shame in cheap spirits, where loyalty was a currency and grudges could be commissioned with the right stack of coin or the right edge of steel. The rain eventually thinned, then stopped. Moonlight sliced through thinning clouds—thin, cold, silver. My boots sucked at the mud with every step. Hunger gnawed low in my belly. Wrists throbbed in time with my pulse. But my mind stayed clear, cruelly sharp. Sharon believed banishment was kindness. She believed failure would hollow me out, leave me wandering broken until I simply lay down and died of shame. She was wrong. Failure didn’t break me. It distilled

"Typical dumb woman who despite being treated like a queen can't establish their faith in someone, while there are some who are treated like trash, yet they take the leap of faith because obviously, they are not coward fools. Screw her. You deserve better and I will find one for you. No need to beg her now because if you do then I am going to kill you too." Shane didn't say a word because he knew how much Simone hated those who always try to run away at the first chance of trouble because they never thought that there were people in the world who faced more brutal scenarios, yet they never opted for running away. They stood there and fought like a warrior. And then there were some who were o