1st Person Pov Novels & Stories

NARRATIVE POV Arlo kept his belly low to the ground as he stalked and approached the feral cat before him. The beast hadn’t noticed that he was being hunted, but that was what Arlo and Sparrow needed to happen. He could hear the others within the grass fighting among themselves, but that wasn’t his concern. His focus was on the most lethal of the predators, the cat.

Third person's POV As Emma gradually regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttered open, and the sterile surroundings of the hospital room came into focus. Confusion clouded her gaze momentarily until the memory of the recent bank incident flooded back. Panic welled up within her as the recollection of the armed intrusion and her vulnerability resurfaced. She instinctively reached for her shoulder, where the searing pain had lingered before the darkness took over. The throbbing ache now served as a visceral reminder of the traumatic event. Her hands trembled, mirroring the internal turmoil that gripped her.

Jake - Third Person Limited POV The first thing I learned about power was that it never felt the way people imagined it would. It wasn’t glorious. It wasn’t pride. It wasn’t even strength. It was heavy. Heavy, crushing, unrelenting. I felt it the moment I opened my eyes that morning, long before the sun crept over the mountains, long before the arena roared to life. The ceiling above me felt too close. The air is too thick. My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless and uneasy, as if he already knew today would change everything.

Third person POV As the young man watched his girlfriend being fucked mercilessly by someone else in front of him he couldn't help but to try and rush forward once again but was still held, gritting his teeth he glared at Mia "Babe what are you doing! What do you think you are doing!?" but Mia was long gone out of the world, he could hear her boyfriend voice but the pleasure she getting overshadowed her thinking, she moans non-stop from the onslut, her breasts bouncing up and down in the air.

Second Person POV You wake to the scent of pine and cold stone. Your skull throbs, a dull ache radiating from the base of your neck to your temples. The air is sharp, sterile, like the inside of a mountain cave. Your fingers twitch against smooth rock, and when you pry your eyes open, the world is a blur of flickering torchlight and shadows. *Where are they?*

Chapter 1- Prank Third Person POV She walks out of the huge building, she looks up at the sign on top of the last floor, and smiled happily. She turns around and sees people looking at her and she nods acknowledging them, they see this and get back to doing their business. She walks towards a Benz and presses the key, it jolts to life and she smiles. She adjusts her suit and trousers and releases her tied hair and it cascades on her shoulders down to her back. Then, she boards the car and drives away like an eagle in the air, just then, her phone rings and she looks at the caller. Her expression of happiness changes and a sour expression appears on her face. She ends the call and she smiles

THIRD PERSON POV Evelyn's eyes slowly opened the next morning. The room was bright with sunlight, and for a moment, she didn't remember where she was or how she got there. All she could feel was pain. Then, the memories of the last night rushed back. She felt her heart beat faster as she remembered being in the Van with Bruce and his stupid men, and then she was taken to that hotel and met with Amira again.

I was disappointed in myself for knowing nothing, yet I pretended I did. “You see,” Lawrence uttered as he sat up and met my gaze. “There are things that seem pointless if you look at it from your own point of view. It doesn’t mean you see this and hear this, then you know everything. That’s the main reason why there are many two types of POVs in the story. First-person POV, and Third-Person POV.” He gave me a satisfied smile as he leaned closer.

3rd person POV Max stood near the window of his penthouse, his hands braced on the cold glass as he stared at the city lights below. He had gone there after he heard of Vivian's disappearance. The sky was a deep, endless black, swallowing the stars, and the streets were alive with movement, cars weaving through intersections, people laughing in the distance. But none of it reached him. His chest felt hollow. His mind was a haze of questions, disbelief wrapping around him like a suffocating fog.

Alexis POV I stood at the top hill, just by the withering tree, it leaves were falling to the ground, some of it was carried down the hill by the gentle wind that breeze through in the atmosphere, The leaves were of different colors, some were light green, some were yellow, some were red and some were orange, From the top of the hill, when I looked down, I saw many other trees who also had leaves of different colors, At that point, I thought that was the most beautiful scenery I'd seen, but so was the one I saw when I looked above the hill,