2nd Person Point Of View の小説・ストーリー

Coffee spilled everywhere, instantly filling the air with the cloying sweetness of vanilla. The entire cafe fell silent. Lindsay looked back and forth between Lionel and me, dazed. Lionel remained standing at the doorway, as if nailed to the spot. I slowly rose to my feet and walked toward him. The spilled coffee snaked across the floor by his feet, like a dream that had never truly belonged to me. I stopped in front of him and, for the last time, looked up above his head. In first place was Lindsay, in second place was his mother, and third—me.

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Third-Person Point of View After that night at the business summit, Morgan locked himself up in his office. He refused to see anyone the entire day. As he sat at his desk, he drummed his fingers on it mindlessly, replaying the scenes from the previous night in his head on an endless loop. He thought about how Valencia had held the little boy, whose features closely resembled her own, while the man beside her naturally wrapped an arm around her. The hotel manager had stood nearby with such deference, and Valencia's gaze on Morgan had been calm and detached, as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

( A/N : DO WELL TO LIKE AND COMMENT, LOVE YOU ALL MUAH. AND YEAH I CHANGED MY MIND, I'M WRITING IN ROSE POV HERE, SO I WANNA ASK YOU GUYS, WHICH POINT OF VIEW DO YOU PREFER ?, JOHNSON'S OR ROSE) ROSE POV : These past few days at the company has been Normal. I was going to say good but with the amount of errands, I was being sent on every two hours.

Third person POV Amelia made her way back to her room, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Vanessa’s revelation about Alfie, her twin brother, being Vanessa’s first mate and rejecting her weighed heavily on her heart. It shed light on both Vanessa’s pain and Amelia’s own sense of betrayal. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, trying to process everything that had unfolded. Lost in her thoughts as she reached her door, Amelia collided with a solid figure. Ready to voice her irritation, she looked up, only to be met with the intense gaze of Edward—a man she had once loved but come to hate.

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Third Person Pov Henrietta paced restlessly in her opulent room, her anger smoldering like a hidden flame. The realization that Nicholas, the stepson she had tried so hard to eliminate, had returned from the dead, killed her lifelong partner, and now held her captive, gnawed at her insides. It was inconceivable, a twisted nightmare that had somehow materialized into reality. She glanced around her luxurious surroundings, a stark contrast to the bitterness that seethed within her. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating her, as the weight of her actions bore down upon her, leaving her in total disbelief.

Third Person's Point of view Heather kicked Theo in the stomach so the man moved away from her. Theo's eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow. Theo removed all the things in Heather's body. Heather adjusted herself then sat down. She sighed and then looked Theo in the eye. “You told me you would answer all the questions to my mind. Let's do this things later when you have answered all the questions in my brain!” Heather crossed her arm then she sat down aggressively.

Nathan’s pov I sat outside the apartment, watching different people pass me by as I felt their stares getting to my nerves. I hated the fact that even when they stared at me like how any random human would stare at another human, my mind would interpret their stares as a sign of them trying to attack or steal from me. That was the life I had been living in prison for the past few months. Now I was out of there, all I had to do was send silas my nest and make him pay.

“I didn’t say I’d forgiven you. I said I’d think about it.” “Sorry! I’ll do anything,” Gerald babbled. “I’ll win you back from scratch—court you all over again.” I didn’t answer. My mind was racing with an idea that made me smile—something deliciously fitting. “We’ll see,” I said at last, then walked away. Oh, I had plans—ones where I wouldn’t end up the villain in my own story, yet I’d enjoy every second. Third‑Person Point of View Zephyr leaned against a pillar nearby, having witnessed Liliana’s encounter. A grin curved his lips.