Underestimated Protagonist Novels & Stories

"But I gotta say, outsmarting those guys was almost too easy, huh?" I didn’t respond right away, my mind still processing tbe escape I’d just pulled off. My body had been on high alert the entire time, but now that I had a moment of calm, I could feel the tension in my muscles slowly unwinding. "The worst part?" I said, my voice was barely above a whisper. "They didn’t even know what hit them. They never thought I’d be clever enough to outsmart them" Damon nodded. "They underestimate you. But that’s their mistake." His gaze turned thoughtful, almost distant. "And as for Alex, well, he won’t see what’s coming either."

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.

His face was far from Arthur's, but his attitude made her feel warm and he was clean. A bit freaking clean! Well, not that she mind. Handsome or not, as long as he likes to maintain his cleanliness, In Ha would considered him. So in this part of Lilian's life, she will get Stephen out of her way. In Ha could see that Stephen didn't pay attention to his cleanliness even though he was from the marquess family. There was dirt in his neck crease and he just left it. Come to think of it, the label of the protagonist should not have been given to Lilian, because this main character destroyed her own life to achieve her desires compared to the antagonist and now In Ha make it worst by judging and i

My mind, once again, fixes on what Kaeden has done, what he has destroyed. He walked into my pack. He moved through my warriors. He stood at my altar. And he walked out with what is mine. My jaw tightens. Kaeden. I am wrought to admit that I once again, have underestimated him, what he has gained in the 15 years of his absence. I have, in grave error, mistaken him to be a simple man with simple reasoning, have underestimated his intelligence. Never again.

"Well in books, it's usually the male character who has problems and solves clues and has backstories. He's the one who is the main protagonist and the female is usually weak." I heard her clear her throat and then her amused voice. "Are you calling yourself weak?" I glared at her. "Shut up." She surprisingly did but only after laughing at me. We were almost halfway through and Mike still had made no appearance. Not that I cared about him, I could see he took fascination towards Racheal and how he quickly jumped at the chance to help her. Bloody Uncle! "So what's the story with your dad?" I froze, the shovel slipping from my hand and landing in the created hole.

I muttered. The corners of his mouth turned up. “I know enough. I know resilience when I see one. And I know when someone has been underestimated all their life.” He sounded like he was talking from experience. I sniffed, refusing to cry and looked away, staring at the floor instead. Part of me wanted to lean on his words, let myself believe them but another part reminded me of who he was and how I got myself entangled in this drama that is unfolding. “Don't act like you care. You're not a saint either. You only needed me because of your deal.”

But all I could think about was the stupid book that ruined everything. Yeah, I still remembered it. Level Up My Cold CEO. What a ridiculous name. A cold CEO, a foolish secretary, betrayal, humiliation, and some weak-faced protagonist who still won in the end. I dropped it halfway because I couldn’t stand the secretary character. He was scheming, desperate, and pathetic—a perfect punching bag for the story. He betrayed the CEO, got caught, and ended up ruined. I hated that character. I hated how spineless he was, how he clung to a man who despised him. I even cursed him in the comments before deleting the app I had downloaded for inspiration.

“I see this kind of story every week.” “I’ve worked on it for three years, and you didn’t even read a page.” “I can tell.” She leaned back. “It feels like writing that’s been rewritten too many times. Overloaded here, empty there. The protagonist is unlikeable in ways you didn’t intend.” "With some editorial guidance, I could fix those issues." “Perhaps. But let’s be honest.” She lowered her gaze to me, not the manuscript. “You’re Camila Sterling.” My breath stopped.

"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 said, and hung up. This was not how I planned our conversation would go. I expected it to clear my thoughts, but somehow, she managed to make me more confused than ever. It would have helped if Liza validated my emotions of Enzo being the villain in this situation. But she painted him like an anti-hero. A bad guy with a past. A trope I was a sucker for. How the hell was I supposed to get past that?