Underestimated Protagonist Novels & Stories

Then the picture clears, and the lie I have been telling myself dies instantly. Madeline stands in the middle of the bar, not surrounded the way I ordered, not afraid, but calm, terrifyingly calm. She looks relaxed, and at her feet lie my men, scattered. The bar is empty now, chairs overturned, and glasses shattered, and she looks like a queen standing in the middle of the victorious battleground. For a moment, my mind refuses to accept it. This is not how it was supposed to go. I had the backup plan all along. I knew Madeline would come with Logan as she would not allow him to fight this battle alone. My plans are shattered. My chest tightens as my brain races backward through every decisi

His role was to be the good guy in the story, however, I was happy to be the villain, as long as I could have that vision again. He only fell because he underestimated me. He didn't think I was going to react. And I was too busy smiling and pretending that nothing was happening. That I was sorry for not being able to avoid my kidnapping... Those who came together to raise it would never know that this was not the original version. They would never worry about knowing, and it would take me a long time to understand that I didn't care if they didn't know. Because I knew it and that was enough. "I see you in hell," I spit to Jonathan, in front of enough witnesses to blame me for anything that w

The yelling from Clara recently had increased tenfold, and it had always baffled Bobby that Ethan had suddenly gone mute these couple of days when she screamed in his face, and he had been meaning to ask Ethan why he was just allowing her to walk all over him, but he had always chickened out. But right now, he couldn't stop himself when these words escaped his lips, “Where is that bold Ethan from days ago? ... Why do you let them say anything to your face now?” “Because the easier it is for them to look down on you, the more they underestimate you, and that's a power that makes you able to blindside them. And if my father has taught me one thing, it's that being underestimated and weak makes

Realization dawned on Leon. After the conflict with Mister Umair, the Scammells all thought that he was weak as a martial artist and they all underestimated him since then, which would play to Leon's advantage. Underestimating one's enemy could often be deadly and if Leon could take advantage of that, he might be able to rescue Ruth and Cynthia from Nigel.

“Or bait. Or collateral damage someone was willing to accept.” My jaw tightens. “She didn’t know what she was walking into.” “They never do.” I shift slightly, pain lancing through my shoulder. I welcome it. Pain keeps me anchored. “Someone underestimated me,” I say quietly. Orlando studies me for a long moment. “Yes,” he agrees. “They did.” That’s when I know. This isn’t about warning shots or power plays meant to scare. This is about miscalculation. And people pay for that. “Celeste,” Orlando says casually, as if testing the name.

was Zhan. He hadn't adapted the novel. He had simply taken the archetypes from his own life and placed them into a new, fictional story. He was still the powerful male lead. She was still the brilliant female protagonist. And I... I was still the third wheel, the disposable character whose only purpose was to create conflict and then die. He hadn't changed my fate at all. He'd just given it a bigger budget and a better script. This was his game. He was going to make me play out my cannon- fodder destiny on a grand stage, for his own amusement.

He had rarely seen it applied with this much apparent ease. He thought, with a clarity that did not require analysis: I underestimated him. Not his capability — he had never underestimated Don's capability. But his range. The depth of what was available to him when he was operating without the weight of a dynamic that had, without either of them fully seeing it, kept him smaller than he was.

Chapter 18: Underestimating A Woman With Strong Will. Aria's POV. I stood there, mouth as wide as it could get, realizing something. They really underestimated me. Gosh, they didn't even see me as useful enough to fight with them in battle. The war was announced, and suddenly everyone's preparing, everyone's leaving, everyone's transforming, and I'm just standing here, useless. My head dropped, defeat washing over me. The hope fizzed out of me, like air out of a canned drink.

He didn't even have the will to raise his blade and fight for his life. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Mister Fabian. Consider this a favour done to you by bringing your weakness to light. You have the potential to be a hero in your next existence." After all, all of the protagonists had encountered unfathomable trials and challenges on their journeys. Nobody who had never been crippled or slain before dared to claim the role of the protagonist. "Have you ever read a novel? What about the one where the protagonist reincarnates and suddenly becomes the world's number one? That person maybe you."

Nothing to do with me my ass! Look at me now, stuck in this world where in the end it would be destroyed and ruled by those protagonists! Damn it! I am not a Mary Sue, a saint nor a protagonist who would plan to save this world and save those countless innocent lives that were killed by the war because of the schemes of those so-called protagonists in the act of saving the people from the villain boss but they are the real villain in the end. While this so-called villain boss... I glanced at Phoenix whose hand was tightly wrapped around my waist as if he wanted to tell everyone that I'm his.