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“How have you been, sweetheart?” Ouch. Finally, she turns to me again, tone clipped. “I heard about all the ruckus you caused. Staging a suicide just to avoid getting divorced?” She didn’t bother hiding her disdain. “Creative.” Mrs. Salvatore. Not an illusion. Not some side character. The plot had shifted again, and I hated how much my heart thudded against my ribs. Wow. Another antagonist. Check. She hadn’t even been here five minutes, and she already hated me more than the readers did.

His curiosity intensified, and he was determined to uncover the connection. "I shall tell you a story about a reckless boy whose negligence resulted in the tragic demise of his mate's father, a fate that was undeserved, one that will hunt him forever...." yet the narrator felt no sympathy for him. The cloaked figure then recounted this captivating story to Arnold, who found himself smiling at the narrative.

And I was always good at uncovering things that shouldn't be revealed. And Ephraim was right, Antonio was a kind of predator in front of whom I couldn’t ever be weak or he’d eat me alive. If I wanted to defeat him and get back at him for what he did to me I would’ve to stand and fight. Running was for cowards, and I wasn't one. When I would escape, I’d go with guns blazing and by sticking it to his face. ~ A. Gupta My Book is in competition. Don't forget to comment and review with 5stars ;) also pls press gems for Erica and Antonio!

Antagonist –is a person who actively opposes or hostile to someone or something; an adversary… “Blah! Blah! Blah!” Sabria said as she rolled her eyes and closed the laptop that was sitting on her desk. But why did they hate antagonists when the truth is, they were once a protagonist, it just happens that there’s another villain who pretends to be a heroine and stole all the things they cherish the most. She thought. As she reminisced one of the most painful moments in her life.

Mercer was already in the room when I walked in. He stood to greet me, handshake brief and firm. “Angela. Thanks for coming.” “Thank you for inviting me.” We sat across from each other at a long table, the script in the middle. “I won’t waste your time,” he said immediately. “I want to know one thing. Why are you interested in this character?” I opened the marked-up script. “Because she doesn’t see herself as the antagonist,” I replied. “She believes she’s right. And that’s more dangerous than a character who knows she’s bad.”

"The big deal is that you're scheming something. You gave the girl two options. Wayne Bellingerre or Nicko. Did she pass your little test?" "Something like that. You see, I have found a way not to be the antagonist in this narrative. In Nathan's absence, I would have eventually become the antagonist. I can't afford to because Nicko is my CEO. We can't be separated. Heaven help us all if he's raised by Wayne and he turns out to be more of a Bellingerre than a Bale! Besides, with Nathan here, he can be the antagonist. He has the authority to say no and it will hold water compared to me saying no."

I braced myself, gathering every ounce of strength I had left. "Seraphina," the antagonist’s voice rang out, cold and clear, cutting through the noise. "You can’t win this. Surrender now, and I’ll spare your friends. Resist, and they’ll all die." My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of the decision pressing down on me like a vice. But before I could respond, the stranger stepped forward, placing themselves between me and the antagonist. "She won’t be surrendering," they said, their voice steady, unyielding. "Not today, not ever."

“Am I a bad daughter for keeping it cold between the two of us? Should I just follow him and let him have me?” Angelo brushed my hair with his fingers. The sunlight that strikes behind him, makes him more attractive than ever. “You’re not a bad person for what you did. He’s the wrong one. The villain. The antagonist in your own story. You did that because he ruined your family. Instead of being a father, he chose to kill the people you love. Although it’s unfair that you’re siding with Mila rather than him, it’s an acceptable choice.” “Do you think we’re going to accomplish what we’ve started? Are we going to win?”

While tapping the girl's back, he soothed her emotions. Cristine felt like she was the bully right now. The book's main antagonist. Isn't it true that the protagonist always has someone to save them when they're in trouble? This is the storyline. She was the antagonist, while the girl was the protagonist. The protagonists were always surrounded by brain-dead folks. They are willing to put their lives on the line for the protagonist. See? Isn't that a case of brain death? Cristine had no idea what Mary Sue's story she had just read.

Maybe I'll just hold onto that fact. "I know, Pat. Zeke told me he loves me and I trust him. And besides, I can make my own path, not letting the author decide my destiny." "Even if you'll gonna be the antagonist? " "I don't know. I can't be. As a reader, you know how we hate the antagonist." I stated. I know, I may look like the antagonist but I don't like to be one. And if ever I am, I know why antagonist are so hard of making a man they love, love them back thought there's someone who had their hearts already. It feels like owning a copywrited book.