Underestimated Protagonist Novels & Stories

I chose to make Charlotte flawed because I wanted to take a different route to create her. A lot of the novels I’ve read online choose to make their female protagonists the epitome of what some people consider all the good qualities a woman should have: they are kind, relatable, selfless, sometimes to a fault. They let their antagonists step all over them until later on in the story, they gain confidence and step up to the situations life puts in their way.

“No, they don’t. They think you are important to the protector team and can lead them to the Protector. They believe the protector is a male. Even when your grandmother had the role, the outside world thought she was a male. Only the people in your pack and her protector team saw her true appearance. The same thing will be true for you once your step out as the protector. You will appear as a male to the world. I do that so that you can have a normal life when you are not official protecting the world. Now get some rest and we will talk again soon.” After that, I fall into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night. The moon goddess is right. Now that I know Jarvis did not betray me, I real

He looks so sad, I might have believed him if I didn’t know better. I must congratulate him, he’s quite a good actor. “So is this some type of scam?” I lean forward curiously. “Is this the part where you tell me I have to pay thousands of dollars to some hospital that has been catering for him while he was ill?” “I understand that you’re probably in shock, but you would have to act fast. I don’t trust the others. Once the will is read, you’ll be in danger.” The man’s gaze sweeps the garden anxiously, and he squirms in his seat, looking as if he’s expecting an attack.

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.

She questioned him, challenged him and looked at him as if she saw the man beneath the Alpha, and not the myth he had constructed to survive. Rohan noticed. I saw it in the way his messages to me changed. He did not say her name often, but when he did, there was hesitation in it. As if he were stepping around something fragile. That was when I knew the plan was failing. I told myself I did not mind and that love was messy but manageable. When the truth came out, Ella would leave. People always did when they learned they had been used. I underestimated her. I underestimated him too. By the time I realized Rohan had crossed a line he could not uncross, it was already too late. He was no longer

The way her expression had moved from desperate negotiation to something beyond language. I thought about Edmund on his floor with his hands hanging between his knees. I thought about Leon, who had used me and thanked me with a fist to the face. Let them all underestimate you, I told myself. They always have. Let them keep doing it. Because I wasn’t done. Leon thought I was his eyes in Evergreen. Evergreen thought I was their reluctant caretaker. Edmund thought I was a villain in a story he was going to find a way to win.

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.