Author's Pov Novels & Stories

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.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Third Person POV. Emily’s laughter echoed through the restaurant, bouncing off the walls as the tense standoff unfolded. She stood there, a wild glint in her eyes, surrounded by police officers with guns trained on her. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn’t contain her excitement. This was her moment of triumph, and she was enjoying it in every way without caring about the fact that she was about to get arrested and possibly jailed for the rest of her life.

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

>POV: Blake Shе’ѕ finally ѕtаrtіng tо unwіnd. I tell myself I ѕhоuld bе kееріng notes оn thе рrоgrеѕѕ оf mу wіtnеѕѕ. But who am I kidding? I’ve bееn wаtсhіng her lіkе a hawk frоm thе mоmеnt I ѕаw hеr, аnd іt hаѕ nоthіng tо do wіth kееріng wіtnеѕѕ nоtеѕ.

Lilith’s POV “So what do you want to do today?” I moan at the sound of Arthur’s voice plunging me from sleep. I am so tired. I need more sleep. The past couple of days were draining. Physically and emotionally. If I have to hear one more gunshot or be scared for my life for one more minute I might just kill myself. I open my eyes at the realisation of my last thought.

Author's Narration The sun stands high in the sky, casting rays over the hills of the Starlight Pack. The air is calm in a way that warns that danger is lurking. Birds sing from the trees, and the breeze carries the smell of blooming flowers. It feels like a perfect day for everyone except Luna. Luna's POV I wake up with a jolt, my breath sharp and quick. My heart is racing, and my skin is wet with sweat. I had gone on a vision, and it is still clear in my mind—so clear that it feels real.