1st Person Pov Novels & Stories

Third Person POV Hell felt like all the strength he just got drained as I saw the van where my parents were exploding in a snapped. I kneeled with my two knees looking at the van, my tears escaped from my eyes. It feels like I lost my life and all the hope that I will be available to be with them just got burned all oa sudden.

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

he laid back on the couch. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV “Shoot” “No hello ? No greeting ? No words of undying love ? No nothing ?” “What the fuck do you want ? Get straight to the point.”

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

Her Pov: Someone's touching me. The sensation pulls me from the depths of sleep, and my eyes flutter open. At first, the figure before me is nothing more than a blur, shrouded in shadows. But as my vision clears, the features sharpen, revealing a face I didn't expect to see. My breath catches in my throat, shock rippling through me like a cold wave.

Eloise – First Person POV The smell of smoke still clung to my clothes. It had seeped into the fibers, into my hair, my skin. Even though the fire department had left hours ago, the scent was a constant, nauseating reminder of how close I had come to losing everything.

First person POV It happened fast. Too fast. One second I was sitting in the backseat of the car, scrolling through a report Cruz sent over.. something about Bruce losing another small development deal in Brooklyn.. and the next, the glass to my right shattered. A bullet. The driver swerved hard. Tires screamed. I dropped to the floor just as another shot cracked through the front windshield. My ears rang. My heart stuttered. I couldn’t hear the driver shouting over the chaos, but I felt the panic in every jolt of the car.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Kai — First-Person POV I had spent most of my life being the person who watched from the edges. Watching Julia, before she knew I existed. Watching my family fracture around a grief that never had anywhere good to go. Watching Ava become someone I didn't recognize and couldn't stop becoming. Watching, always, from a careful distance that I had convinced myself was protection and had eventually understood was simply fear wearing a more acceptable name.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Maze of Empathy: First Person POVs Velwyn POV I stepped into the glowing maze with a deep breath, my heart pounding, but my head clear. I’d lived long enough to know that the hardest decisions weren’t made with the fists but with the soul. The magical walls pulsed gently around me, alive with energy and intent. The first illusion came quickly. A crying child, no older than ten, limping and covered in blood, stumbled toward me. "Please... they took my mom."