1st Person Pov Novels & Stories

Third Person POV Many of the selected finest have stepped out of the remaining few. Deep in a certain line stood Jeremy, the number one in the fifteen most finest male list. He was originally bored of this part, but when the gossip started spreading about a certain person, he decided to look, and the view of the person he saw stunned me so much that he noticed his shaft getting hard inside his pants.

Third Person POV Camera flashes widely as everyone tries to capture the new big news. It was the conference day when Julius King would announce the new CEO of the King’s empire. Everyone was excited; they were all smiles, especially Maya. Her son gets to finally be the CEO, something she has dreamt of for the longest. Now, she can finally put her plans in motion. Julius walked to the stage looking weak, and Maya stood beside him, acting like a caring wife.

I arch my back and my mouth opens as I moan. Michael pulls his head away from me and I open my eyes to find him staring at me. It was as if he wanted to watch me experienced this pleasure. As if you wanted to watch my expressions as the pleasure dances across my face. **** Third Person's POV Michael watches Noah's beautiful face, the way his eyebrows scrunch up and his mouth opens as he moans. He watches the pleasure that dances across Noah's face as he experiences what it's like to make love for the first time.

For the hunt I will be writing multiple povs, you can switch to Mila or Knox’s pov if you don’t want to read the others. Thank you Mwahh

Third person pov The warehouse was silent except for the steady hum of the fluorescent lights above cold, blue, and merciless. The air smelled of steel and oil, the faint echo of a life built on revenge rather than purpose. Elijah pushed open the heavy metal door and walked in, the soles of his boots crunching on scattered glass. His face was blank, but his eyes were burning. “Our old man just told his wife and the Fisher boy about us,” he said, his voice sharp and tired. “He feels like we exist.”

Third person pov The scent of lavender and detergent clung to the air in the laundry room, usually a comforting aroma, but tonight it felt heavy, suffocating. Elena found Beauty hunched on a stool, her shoulders shaking silently. The fluorescent lights hummed above them, casting a stark, revealing light on Beauty’s usually radiant face, now stained with tears. Elena’s heart clenched. Beauty was her only close friend, her confidante, the one person who understood her anxieties even without her having to say a word. To see her like this, so utterly broken, sent a jolt of panic through Elena.

The was a slight opening that would allow me to peep in then thats when I'll decide what I do. Perfectly aligning the right eye with the opening I looked inside . I took a step back not believing my own eyes. Felt like my own eyes were betraying me. My heart beat picked up beating fast like never before. Fewling like the oxygen was being sucked out of my lungs. A man was ontop of what looked like a lady and fondling her. What in the world is going on here.

Third Person's POV Frenzo sat on the chair beside his bedroom window. He can see the city lights up there, the busy street, the vehicles going to and fro, the vehicles that are always sure of what directions they should take. He remembered the man in Shane’s office. He knew who he was. He had seen him before, the guy from the bar. The guy from Shane’s past. Erwan Fuenter. He felt his chest tighten as he imagined Erwan and Shane alone in that office. He couldn’t take it. He pretended not to remember him. He pretended that he didn’t notice anything, but he knew what was happening. Fuenter is back. And now, he could feel the changes between him and Shane. She changed. She’s no longer excited wh

Finally, the day the two men are waiting for came. 1ST PERSON’S POV: Every f*cking thing hurts. I have a headache. I have a stomachache. I’m hungry. My whole body is stiff, it hurts. I’m angry. I FEEL WEAK AND VULNERABLE. I hate it. I woke up in the middle of the night and I can’t go back to sleep. My brain is tired from slipping in and out of consciousness that now I’m f*cking wide awake. I tried getting up, but my arms feel like noodles. I glared at the dark in frustration. Even stretching is hard.

FIRST PERSON’S POV (TAVIAN). “What the hell was that?!” I slammed my foot against the brakes so hard that the car jerked violently on the empty road. My chest rose and fell rapidly while my fingers tightened around the steering wheel almost painfully. The headlights stretched across the lonely road ahead, illuminating nothing except the drifting evening mist and the tall trees lining both sides of the path. But I knew something crossed the road. I saw it. Or… someone. My pulse quickened as I leaned forward, straining my eyes through the windshield. “Who ran past just now?” I whispered under my breath, my voice sounding smaller than I intended.