Author's Pov Novels & Stories

Author’s Pov Mia’s world dissolved into a swirl of chaos and darkness. Her body, though fainted and still in the hospital bed, was trapped within the depths of a vivid, horrifying memory. It played out before her eyes like a movie—too real, too painful. She was no longer the adult Mia. Instead, she felt herself small, fragile, and terrified—a four-year-old child once again.

And now that bleak dot of happy memories, their marriage, their home, their friendship, their relationship as husband and a wife — not only didn't even exist but was more on the verge of burning him alive than anything he ever had to face in his life. _______ So how was the chapter? I've tried to scour deeper into his POV to understand his thoughts and his feelings on this situationship. Hopefully my writing a Male's POV isn't such a turn off as it is my first time ever that I'm writing it tbh. Anyways, Good Day. Enjoy!

My buttocks were crying for relief. I turned to the window, allowing my eyes to shut at least for a while, to pass time. I was tired of counting the seconds as they passed by. And not long, I fell asleep, or rather I fell into a trance. Another trance just like the last one. **** Author’s POV: A Dream(in the present tense)

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.

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.

- HAZEL - I'm stuck in a spot here. After my recent conviction, I finally know what to write in my book. I'm just writing my story in a third person's pov or narrative point of view, in my opinion, while switching a few things or making a few tweaks here and there.

This will lead me to feel as if some thing is wrong with me , but in fact he just does not like me – no matter what I try to do. Instantly , I find my self no longer viewing in the third person by rather looking through my self. I see that look in his eyes , the look I always loved – the look that meant I was in for it. I hear my self giggle and say one more thing that pushes him off the edge. I watch his eyes sparkle with power and control as he walks forward towards me. I feel my self taking steps back as he moves forward – every step he takes towards me excite my very beings. It is a exciting , yet fearful feeling that intoxicates me.

If anything after this all I can is don’t read the story and don’t discredit it because it takes lots time and effort to write a story and make it perfect Chapter One: Prologue Phera POV: Growing up, you always have this one person who would always leave their mark in your life. Whether it be your friend, sibling or parents, but everyone always has that one person. In my case, I had three, but sadly instead of leaving a happy memory in my mind, it was one that, to this day, makes my heart bleed. And bleed to the point where nothing can mend it.

I state and leave them to ponder on my words! End of Rayson’s POV. The story goes back to Irma’s pov

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