Sarcasticprotagonist Stories

In a grand palace ballroom glittering with high-society royalty, Florence is determined to be nothing more than a background extra. As a low-ranking baron's daughter, she knows her place: blend into the velvet curtains, stand perfectly still to avoid judgmental stares, and watch the kingdom's ultimate "Cinderella" story unfold from a safe distance. After exchanging a brief, polite greeting with the hopelessly charming Crown Prince, she is fully prepared to be ignored for the rest of the night-and she prefers it that way. But playing a silent bystander in someone else's fairytale becomes a quiet torture when your heart refuses to follow the script. As Florence watches the prince from the shadows, she does the one thing a sensible side character should never do-she falls for him, knowing his heart already belongs to another. Caught in a romance where she was never meant to have a leading role, Florence is about to learn how painful it is to love a prince when you're just an extra in his happily ever after.

The missing panties go wrong. First, Ella lost the only job she could get in this economy. Now her favorite lace panties are also nowhere in sight. The culprit is no other than the charming guy next door or so she thinks. She is determined to catch the culprit red-handed and recover the stolen items. But as she investigated, unexpected twists awaited. Will she recover the missing panties, or will she find something else altogether, perhaps even love?

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. All rights to the original characters, setting, and source material belong to their respective copyright holders. My original character and original additions to this fan work are © 2025 AnemoneMarino Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

Well, well, well. Did you miss me? I can spot a couple of new faces lurking in the back, so I suppose introductions are needed. I'm Kalliope Aoidós, a Book Jumper, and thanks to my family's spectacularly inconvenient curse, I've once again found myself trapped in an adventure. The odds of dying a horrible death? Alarmingly high, as usual. Just the way we like it. What can I say? I have standards. In a time of ancient gods, warlords and kings. A land in turmoil cried out for a hero. No, wait. That's Xena. I love the drama but we need one or two adjustments. Let's try again. In a time of the Cauldron and the Mother, of High Lords ruling their courts, deadly bargains, and the King of Hybern brooding over conquest and destruction, the fae people cried out for a hero to spare them from slaughter and an absolutely catastrophic plotline. At last, there came Kalliope, the mighty Book Jumper, forged in the heat of stories and questionable narrative decisions. Power struggles, reckless passions, political schemes, betrayals, ancient secrets, suspiciously attractive enemies, and enough emotional damage to keep therapists employed for centuries, all would be met with relentless sarcasm by the one woman who alone had the power to change the world. Over the top? Absolutely. But read my adventures first and then tell me with a straight face that I oversold any of it. All rights to the original characters, setting, and source material belong to their respective copyright holders. My original character and original additions to this fan work are © 2026 AnemoneMarino Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

NOT MY ARTWORK https://www.tumblr.com/joxster-blog?source=share From Tumblr on the Joxster-blog He lost his mind when he thought he lost his family. Now, he's coming to take them back. Jack survived the toxic acid, but he couldn't survive the lie. When a corrupt government conspiracy stole his pregnant wife, Jeannie, and told him she was dead, Jack snapped falling to his knees in the Gotham rain and letting out the first, terrifying laugh of the Joker. Years later, his calculated war against the state brings him face-to-face with the government's ultimate weapons: an angelic, multi-winged superhuman assassin and her brutally sarcastic, hyper-intelligent super-soldier sidekick. But Jack doesn't see enemies. He sees the pastel eyes of his wife and the green-streaked hair of the son he never got to hold. To save his family from the brainwashing of a ruthless General, the Joker will have to do the most unpredictable thing he's ever done: regain his sanity, team up with a brother he never knew he had, and fight to bring his family home. Even if "home" turns out to be a sunny beach in Greece or a highly chaotic attic in Wayne Manor.

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 had the most boring, average, run-of-the-mill life anyone could ever have. She was a 29-year old administrative assistant living in the suburbs of Paris - and her daily life was mundane, filled with paperwork and other boring tasks, along with a side of work based depression and unpaid therapy sessions in her pocket, she was miserable. On Wednesday, 2021, 17th of October, Camille experienced a most extraordinary experience - her own death. She had been walking through the streets, only to get hit by a caravan. The last thing she saw before her untimely demise was the red-and-blue flashing of ambulance lights. Just when she thought life was done with her, she finds herself in a new world - unmistakably like hers, but with weird anomalies - such as the fact that the Sun did not rise from the east, or the fact that there was an organisation called the 'Monster Hunting And Containment Agency', or M.H.C.A for short, or the even stranger fact that people did not seem to be able to see her. Days later, Camille finds herself surrounded by a team of professional hitmen from the M.H.C.A. Now, she has to navigate through the confusing laws and principles of this new world and find a way to return to her own world, all while being contained by the M.H.C.A.

At this school, your tattoos define you. No matter which of the 20+ magic tracks you belong in... ~ After 15-year-old Alessa suddenly wakes up with a golden swirling tattoo that she follows to a mysterious new school, she learns that there is so much more to her existence and that she is part of the rather uncommon life force track. She also learns that her tattoo links her to something much bigger than just the school which might involve her new partner, Tolhahn. And his tattoo is more mysterious than hers. ~ Who knows what track you are...

Roze is the middle child in a house where everyone is loud, everyone is right, and everyone expects her to listen. Her father argues like it's a sport. Her elder sister fights for "women's rights" - unless it's Roze asking for them. Her mother agrees with society in public and rebels in secret. Her younger brother claims he supports equality... while enjoying all the privileges of being "the only boy." Roze? She doesn't shout. She doesn't argue. She escapes. Not by running away - but by turning her mind into a cinema hall. One moment she's washing dishes. The next, she's a warrior queen. Or a detective. Or a singer. Or a superhero. Every boring chore turns into an entry scene. Every insult becomes plot development. Roze may be ordinary in reality... But in her head, she's the lead actress of unlimited universes. This is not just her story - It's the story of every girl who was told to "adjust." Who stayed silent in real life... but replied perfectly in imagination. Welcome to Roze's world. Population: One girl. Infinite versions. --- Author note:- every ch is complete in itself 😊 so it definitely worth investing your time . I give my words u won't be disappointed,so please give it a try 😁. And don't forget to give your rivew, it's worth so much to me.❤️❣️

My name's Ray Streights. Sixteen. Ambitiously underachieving. Mildly ostracized. Definitely exhausted. I live in the post-biowar Dome City of Vluephire, where stepping outside gets you eaten by humanoid bugs and stepping out of line gets you side-eyed by your entire high school. Things I currently have going for me: • A scar that tingles before a major accident • A voice in my head offering unsolicited murder assistance • Amber eyes that scream, "Please quarantine me." • A squad that either ignores me or wants me dead • Oh, and amazing physical parameters, according to Nash Also: I may have hallucinated a tar-soaked girl... except she keeps showing up in real life. So that's fun. All I wanted was to please Coach Barion, survive Lyre's birthday without triggering a breach, and *maybe-maybe-*finally learn the truth about me from my secretive geneticist of a father. But nope. Now I'm one emotional breakdown away from starring in my own horror movie-with bonus government secrets, a slow-burn situationship, and a mantis demon from hell. Survival rating: 2 out of 10. Would not recommend.

A Warriors fan story about a city cat who runs from a gang and ends up in Clan territory-where things only get messier.

She didn't die heroically. There was no tragic backstory, no truck accident, and certainly no grand sacrifice. Just a banana peel, a sharp rock, and a sarcastic so-called "Novel God." Now reincarnated into a boring romance novel she never even finished-one filled with obsessive men, over-the-top drama, and zero action-Seraphina (formerly someone with a perfectly average life) must survive a world she never wanted to be part of. With snark, stubbornness, and a burning desire to escape the story, she'll challenge fate itself. But the rules are clear: find your true name or get killed by one of the novel's strongest characters to return home. Can she change a plot she never cared about? Or will the novel rewrite her?

The universe is collapsing-and Dr. Lucius Darkwood might be the only one who can stop it. Brilliant, antisocial, and utterly allergic to small talk, Lucius prefers equations over emotions. But when he discovers the universe is slowing down, he's dragged into a vortex of chaotic coworkers, secret organizations, and a lovesick astronomer who won't stop orbiting him. Now, he must navigate black hole theories, cosmic conspiracies, and one very persistent romance-all before reality implodes. Dark humor. Sarcastic genius. Slow-burn romance across space and time. For fans of The Big Bang Theory meets Interstellar-with a twist of Enemies to Lovers. 🪐 Genre: Sci-Fi Romance | Comedy | Apocalyptic Fiction 📖 Audience: 18-24 | Mature content 📚 Tags: Astrophysics, Parallel Universes, Witty Dialogue, Secret Organizations

Set in the tumultuous 1960s, Somewhere Between the Beatles and the Bomb is a witty and raw coming-of-age story about Lucy, a sharp-tongued teenage girl allergic to conformity. While others chase popularity and traditional notions of romance, Lucy navigates high school on her own terms, clashing with her parents and the era's rigid expectations. She fiercely defends her bullied friends-a brilliant Black girl and another grappling with her identity in a time of silence-and finds herself drawn to the quiet, observant boy who sees beyond her sarcastic facade. This funny, deeply relatable novel explores growing up authentically in a world determined to define you.

An amnesiac persona user whom has an Evoker somehow ends up stuck on Gameindustri with amnesia with the only thing he knows being that he can't return. Later he will be known by many titles such as: "Suicidal Maniac", "The Man In Red" and even "The Wild Card".

Open Novella Contest 2026

FNaF: Sister Location fanfiction | Horror | Thriller | Slightly unhinged vibes Being nineteen and broke is already a nightmare. Add in a haunted underground animatronic facility and now you're living the dream-if your dream involves vents, homicidal robots, and a talking AI that doesn't care if you die.💀 Meet ✨Ava✨, the new night guard at Circus Baby's Entertainment & Rental. She thought this would be an easy paycheck: check wires, reboot systems, don't die. Easy, right? Wrong.🙃 Because behind every corner is a metallic monster with too many teeth and not enough chill. There's something lurking in the vents (hi, Ennard), the lights have trust issues, and Ava is armed with nothing but sarcasm, a flashlight, and the questionable life choices that got her here. Adrenaline? Check.✨ Screaming? Probably.😀 Paycheck? Still pending.😭 If she survives five nights in this death trap, she might just figure out what really happened in the dark beneath the surface... assuming she makes it past night one.👏👏😆

Terrestria, a world of magic and mundane has had a history of long standing war between the three renowned factions inhabiting it. Humans were no longer highest on the food chain. The mutants and the elementals had now taken their place as apex predators and easily became the greatest threat to mankind. The mutants, however, labeled more dangerous for their sporadic and diverse set of abilities were deprived of their basic rights and were subsequently held in check by both the elementals and humans alike. Eva Grey, living illegally as a human despite being a mutant, is struggling to survive the remainder of her college years without getting discovered. But pretending to be a human can only get so difficult with the city plagued by a serial killer targeting women with the same profile as her. Now Eva has to juggle between her internship, avoiding imminent death and keeping her identity a secret especially with a very determined Detective, Alex Powell, on her case.

I died at thirteen. It was tragic, it was messy, and honestly? A 0/10 experience. I expected an afterlife with unlimited snacks. Instead, I got reincarnated into the Gilbert family-four years after Elena and two years after Jeremy. Now, I'm the youngest Gilbert in a town that smells like vervain and bad decisions. I have the memories of a dead Viking twin, the sarcasm of a girl who's seen every episode of this show, and a "Celestial" power level that could probably delete the moon if I had a bad enough tantrum. My sister is the human doppelgänger magnet, my brother is a brooding medium, and I'm just trying to survive fourth grade without accidentally vaporizing Damon Salvatore for being a "theatrical emo." Being the town darling is easy. Keeping the Originals from killing everyone while I'm still legally too young to sit in the front seat of the car? That's the real trick.

I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar Said, 'I'm fine,' but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you Fifteen-year-old Paige Turner had two major personality traits: a ridiculous pun for a name and a borderline unhealthy obsession with The Vampire Diaries. But when she unexpectedly dies, she doesn't get a peaceful afterlife-she gets a corset. Waking up in the body of Vivienne Salvatore, Paige is suddenly the long-lost sister to the two most famous brothers in supernatural history. On the outside, Vivienne looks breathtakingly pretty, soft, and sweet-the perfect picture of an innocent 19th-century lady. On the inside? She's a modern fangirl with zero filter, a brain full of future spoilers, For a mega-fan, this should be the ultimate jackpot. She gets to wear gorgeous gowns, eat lavish family dinners, and aggressively bond with Stefan and Damon before they ever touch a single drop of vampire blood. It's a dream come true! ...Until she remembers that Katherine Pierce is scheduled to arrive any second to completely ruin their lives. Armed with magic she's still learning to handle, future knowledge, and a complete inability to act like a proper, quiet lady, Paige is about to completely derail the timeline. Katherine thinks she's a master manipulator, but she has absolutely no idea what happens when a modern fangirl takes over the script. But surviving the 19th century is just the warm-up. Vivienne's chaotic energy finally puts her right in the crosshairs of the Original family. Specifically Kol Mikaelson-a manic, centuries-old vampire who has been bored by everyone for a millennium. . That is, until he meets a soft-looking girl who packs a massive magical punch. History class definitely didn't prepare her for this. THE TROPES: ✨ Chaotic FMC ✨ Badass Witch in Disguise ✨ SI-OC / Reincarnation ✨ Protective Sibling Energy ✨ Chaos Fix-It ✨ Only One Bed ✨ Slow Burn / Enemies to Lover