Underestimated Protagonist Novels & Stories

Only when you peek behind the curtain do you see the fractures running deep. “I wanted that,” he admits, voice dropping low. And in that moment, I actually believe him. “Naturally, he got the protagonist role,” Brian continues, lips curling bitterly. “And me? Just a deuteragonist.” “Can you say that in layman’s terms?” His mouth twitches, the faintest trace of humor in the grim fog. “He got the main lead — I was just a secondary character.” I understand. “Ohhh. Got it. You turned nasty cause you didn’t get a role …” My tone is flat, but inside, I want to roll my eyes at his vocabulary flex.

Arghhhh I should have read the epilogue first. 'Epilogue before Prologue' is the motto of people who have trust issue. Those who have trusted but were disappointed. That's why I don't want to get attached to the characters! Because are not even real yet they still do die. Now I'm starting to have trust issues. When I get the book back from the dog. I will surely read the epilogue first, I'm afraid all of those romantic dialogues would be washed down in vain! All of my expectations might crumble like a sand castle. Even though I might have learned some important things, I could never relax, and don't trust too much.

He was silent before chuckling, I waited for him to sober up to continue. “Of course, it's good to know your enemies. Good boy.” If only he knew what I had in store for him, he wouldn't dare call me boy. “I have a deal for you.” I dismissed the rubbish he had spouted out. “Oh? The boy wants to make a deal.” He laughs with his men. One dangerous trait he has which is also one of his weaknesses is underestimating his opponent. His men murmuring about what made me think I am entitled to strike a deal.

Jasmine's difficulty lied in her loneliness and helplessness, while Stephen's current predicament is poverty. Olivia wanted to lend him money, but Stephen was a man, a man who persisted in his dreams. She thought that he also had a strong sense of self-esteem, and it might be counterproductive for her to lend him money. She wanted to get close to these people who will be very good and powerful in the future. This was the mind of all small potatoes, but she did not want to use a way that others did not like, not that she was afraid of being counterproductive, but that she was not sure if Stephen would give up the opportunity to play an online drama because he was not so short of money, since

He's supposed to have seen she can never be the Luna he wants her to be, but instead he still protects her like she's made of glass. Frustration fills me so heavily I want to scream, but I can't. The packhouse is basically on lockdown now that Destiny has been attacked. If I scream, I might have to explain why I'm screaming, and I would rather not draw any more attention to myself than I have tonight. If there's anything good that has come from all this it's that one thing has become clear to me. I've been underestimating Destiny. I thought she was unfortunate and unlucky. I thought she was someone with so much bad luck that taking her out would be a piece of cake. So far only my plans have

He said to me in private, "Someone of Lord Gifford's caliber could bring peace to the realm." "How do you compare to him?" I asked. He smiled easily. "I'm far inferior to him." Yikes! Was this part of the plot armor that protected the protagonists? Speaking of protagonists… I did the math and realized that this world's female protagonist would be showing up soon. Once that happened, every man in the book with a name would probably fall for her. I was an experienced female protagonist myself, so I decided to quickly secure the men I could. … I wanted to start with Derrick. He was a character with the easiest difficulty.

loudethe's POV It's been a month since one of our warehouse was attacked and also had been a month since I last saw that asshole. Which was a good one month. All my life I was never underestimated by anyone specially by a guy. He doesn't even stop calling me a brat. Like I know i'm spoiled but i'm not a fucking brat. Hell one of the things I hate is people who acts like a brat, specially those who really are brats.

I want to make most the opportunity presented in front of me because I have quite underestimated demand and surprisingly is more than I thought he was powerful smart but still that wasn't going to bring me down because I can't make all those mouth for nothing he finally reduce heating nothing my beta please come back to me and tell me he told me to so but I didn't listen same with seer we were heading in the same pace but what I did was underestimate but there was no problem with that since I knew i was always going to be better than him because he was also so full of himself it's just like acting like you was on bill when was not I don't know why I hated him that much for my hatred for him

I ask, joking, and he breaks into a loud belly laugh. “I have done my research on you. Enough to know that it was your friend in my grasp the first time and not you, and enough to know you are a shit warrior and couldn’t fight yourself out of a wet paper bag.” I frown at him. Being underestimated is a part of my everyday life. But being underestimated by the enemy hits a little differently. Though it’s probably for the best when I bust out of here (I hope). “Whatever.” I mutter, walking out of the room with the warriors leading me.

It was my own mistrust that led me astray. At first, I believed that though Carissa was skilled in martial arts, leading the Mystic Army would prove too great a burden. With so many under her command unwilling to accept her, I thought she might give up within a few months, after which I could appoint someone else. Yet, to my surprise, she brought every unruly man to heel. The entire Mystic Army came to obey her without question. Once more, I had underestimated her. Or rather, I had made the same mistake as so many others in this age: no one truly believed a woman capable. I had erred as they all had.