3rd Pov Novels & Stories

Another person who was watching them stood there burning with jealousy, his eyes filled with range, Third Person POV, “I entered mansion, everything here looked magnificent. I just came to wish Aru for his marriage, I know even he’ll be here, these two think they are smart, no one knows about their friendship but I know they act like enemies it’s all fake only to show outer world to distract their enemies. I’m not fool, but suddenly my eyes caught the glimpse of girl, to say she was average will be utterly lie, I have seen many girls in my life, but she was no compare to them, she was fucking so beautiful and hot, any man could fall for her. Her beauty is enough for men to beg for her, her e

•• THIRD PERSON POV •• - From a rooftop between five buildings, two underbosses of the Dark Organization—Dylan and Vince use a telescope to watch their target: a mafia boss who worked with Lucian. “That ugly guy has been waiting for too long.” Vince complained impatiently.

Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead? Gary, Eugene, and Carl comforted Phoebe and told her to go upstairs. Then, they stood there in silence. Eugene stared at my photo, looking a little lost. "Did we… did we do something wrong?" The other two nodded. Carl said, "She prepared all of this before her death… which meant she knew she didn't have much time left. Do you remember what happened when we were younger? She said she saw countdown timers above Mom's and Dad's heads."

Forcing herself to composure, she joined the others in distributing drinks. Keegan's writing hand froze, a familiar scent drifting through his nostrils. With a frown on his face, he lifted his gaze to regard the servants. His frown deepened when his gaze fell on Sheera. ****†****‡ AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hi! Your favorite book "The Alpha's Third Mistress" is part of the contest. Please, don't forget to vote for it. It'll mean a lot to me.

“I’m good.” “Bullshit,” she countered, handing me my rifle. “Come on, Ari! You have more reasons than most to kill that poor paper bastard at the end of the aisle. Look,” she points in the distance as the automatic feeder brings out a new target. “You even get a fresh paper man to slaughter.”

--- The next morning felt strange. Not bad, strange. Just different. Like the world looked slightly different after last night and I had not quite adjusted to it yet. I made my way down to breakfast later than usual and found all three of them already there, which was not something that happened often. Thorian was at the head of the table with a cup of tea and a document he was reading. Soren was beside him, quiet and composed as always. Vaelin was across from them with his legs stretched out looking like he had not a care in the world.

I slumped to the floor, with nothing more to say. I would no longer feel the sting of their mistrust. My heart, along with my fading bloodline, was now completely numb. Eleanor caught a glimpse of the dark, toxic blood spilling from my lips, and a flicker of pity crossed her eyes. For a split second, I thought I saw the mother from centuries ago, the one who would gently stroke my cheek. But the next second, just because Isabella's cries grew more pathetic, she hastily averted her gaze and turned to comfort the daughter who "truly needed her care."

"Winston, don't think too much. Aryanna stole all the supplies and fled. She is not worthy." Winston laughed mockingly, "Nothing big deal. "Take a note, this person passed away about three years ago! "OK, let's call it a day. Vivian is waiting for me at home for dinner."

How embarrassing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV “Rally your forces, Beta. He must be going mad by the death of his lover. It won’t take long for him to come after us to avenge her death.”

When will this ordeal be over ? I can’t wait to claim you back, baby. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV