3rd Pov Novels & Stories

{Third person's pov} Luna was dreaming, all the memories playing in her mind. she was witnessing her own story in a third person's perspective. her being stalked and then being saved. and then her friend proposed to her, A mask guy punched that guy. the memories were hitting, the heated moment they shared, their intimate moments. everything was playing and finally her wedding day came, her father walked her down the aisle. and the way they took vows. the way they were dancing and the way shooting started.

Third Person's POV Zia gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the quiet evening streets toward Raymond’s apartment. Her thoughts were racing, the revelation about Sophia’s pregnancy gnawing at her. She had decided to tell Raymond—he deserved to know what Sophia was trying to do to Lorenzo.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

Discovered III Third Person’s POV Tren was just going out to get some fresh air after cleaning his appointed place for the entire morning when he caught sight of the conspicuous and familiar robe worn by that person. The young caretaker of the Moon view temple that he saw that night when the death soldiers initiated the explosion in front of the temple’s students and servants. That person was spinning busily to tend to the wounded, and was stopped by the elders of the Moon view temple due to exhaustion which is detrimental to a healer.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

“I know I should have let sleeping dogs lie, but to be honest, I wanted to get an idea of what I am up against. Then this morning it is like I am on red alert. But there is nothing definite I can pin it on.” I am grateful that Henry seems to be taking me seriously as he makes some notes. “Some of those pictures from the last couple of days are really close up. They had to be only a few feet from me.” “Yeah, we have been concerned by that as well,” Henry says. “I have brought in a couple of extra guys, but we can’t seem to see who this person is. We know it is definitely not Richard as we have other guys watching him as well. Whoever this person is, he or she is aware of the cameras and extra

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

Lily's expression changed. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She edged behind my mother. "I've never been here." Mrs. Grace smiled. "Then how did you find this place?" She turned and pulled up a segment of security footage. The timestamp was three months ago. By then my wolf was nearly gone. I had almost nothing left: no taste, no smell. I couldn't eat. My limbs had gone stiff, and I barely had the strength to lift my arms.