Novel & Cerita Underestimated Protagonist

Except I had spent months learning to survive being underestimated by people who thought a wheelchair meant I had stopped paying attention. "They built this whole plan around a version of me that does not exist anymore," I said quietly, the realization settling into something almost like power. "Every single piece of it depends on me being exactly as broken as I was three years ago." "Then that is exactly where we hit them," Marcus said. "Not with anger. With everything they never accounted for."

Something inside me went strangely calm. Not healed and okay. Done. Isaac noticed immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly. “What?” I looked back at him quietly. “Nothing.” “That attitude is getting really irritating.” Normally I would’ve apologized. I tried to calm him down. I tried to fix things. But suddenly Declan’s voice echoed through my head again. People underestimate you. That makes you dangerous. Isaac underestimated me constantly. He mistook my softness for weakness. My patience for stupidity. My love for dependency and maybe that had been my biggest mistake.

With that I believe that the characters actions in this story are not limitedly portrayed as an antagonist or protagonist in that matter, as I'm particular that there is not one antagonist or protagonist in this story… if you are wondering which is which, I'm confident to leave that to your imagination. Consciously, this story might just be a compilation of multiple rewrites, revisions, word grinding, thesaurus, grammar checkers and stacks of psychology research papers and case studies, but to me personally, it was a thrilling 7 days and 8 nights of turning a single word to a soulful dialogue, dialogue to masterful paragraph, paragraphs to full grown characters, character to exciting chapter

We were 12 in total. "It's Jaggers." Brianna said pointing to a boy at the far left, staring at his shoes. Even if I was intimidating, Brianna was even more so. "What happened to him?" I asked, still staring at him. He was a boy of 16, looks weak, which was his greatest advantage in battle. The opponent usually underestimates him, which was a really unwise thing to do. I learnt one thing from my limited experience. Underrating someone, could kill you. Not me though, I learnt to understand my opponents the hard way.

Not anymore bogged down by the negatives emotions and dark thoughts, she managed to stay calm while recalling how she got into this undesirable situation. She lost. Utterly. It was not due to a lack of skills or wits whatsoever that led her to this. It was being too focused on Sandro Smith. She underestimated Agatha Moore' will and means. She assumed so much that the other was weak, naive, and only half-b*tchy.

I sighed. "That’s right! His presence makes the fujoshis ignore my presence and I don’t wanna it happens in this novel!" Alfi sighed. "That’s why I picked a useless guy like you as the protagonist. I want to change their mindset which thinks that handsome guys are kind that they forget that most of them are ruffians. I will show the world that the most useless man like you has a chance to be noticed!" I explained with a high spirit. "I am rooting for you, Desope!" Alfi exclaimed. "Wait, what?!" He added after coming back to his senses.

If he's going to disappear, he should make up an excuse that would be more believable. How did you think we were able to prepare for the ambush you instigated the other day? Making us think that there were only twenty rogues and not forty? Their leader didn't even wonder why the Alpha, the Luna and the Beta were the only ones present? Yeah. I guess not only your mole was stupid but your people as well." My father growled and returned it while our warriors snapped at him.

"Vivien, this protagonist is gearing up to finish the mission even before it advance in the main conflict. She hasn't really make a move towards me since then but I can't tolerate her presence." Vivien sighed. It weighed like the devil on her shoulder. "That's the right mindset, host. In the end, she's only called the protagonist because the story was focused on her but once we consider another person's perspective, she would always be someone else's antagonist in their story." "That's..." Jana's mouth twitched. "Very thoughtful of you." The brightness in her eyes receded and coldness emerged from the depths of it. "What's the name of the student after the trio best friends get expelled?"

It then becomes her quest to take this adversary down. Cassie was the one set to play as Florence and had been having some trouble trying to perfect her character. "Maybe you're going about this in the wrong way because you're doing all of this by yourself," the handsome man offered. "But I'm the protagonist." "Well, that's why there are supporting characters." Carmen paused, taking a moment to consider this. "Alright, so what do you suggest I do?" She watched him pick up the piece of paper and read through effortlessly despite the mess Carmen had made with the pen.

He was blind to the fact that these men were armed and he was not. “It was just one job! And I trusted you!” “I underestimated him. You didn't give us any time to research him and you didn't tell me the guy was jacked and was strong like a tiger on steroids!” There was a pause, Nathan could swear that he was getting angrier by the second but there was no way to prove it since he was beginning to realize he was in enemy territory. He took a deep breath. “I'll do a better job next time.” “There would be no next time.”